She's rambling, but it's nice. It's great that she has such good family memories. That's normal.
"I'll have one," he tells her. "I don't eat a lot, but I do have kind of a sweet tooth." Malcolm can definitely try one of the smores. He takes one of the sticks and spears it with a marshmallow.
"I'm glad to hear that. I had fun too." Malcolm smiles at her. "If you don't mind me asking... how old are you really?"
Isn't there something about not asking a woman her age?