"I'm sure it's fine," he told her. "I'm usually pretty hungry. Especially if it tastes good." Jonas shrugged. "There's other places on the island to go to." Though he was glad she wasn't going anywhere. Change was always unsettling for him.
He took the beer, noting that it was the same as his, wondering if she actually liked the same. That would be a good thing. He took the drink, but slipped a hand around her waist. "You aren't awkward. And you don't have to entertain me."