It was a good thing that Eisen didn't tell her that he thought she looked pretty because two things would've happened: first, she would've gone red as a beet, and that would've been embarrassing as all get out. Then, she would've denied it profusely, which would've made her sound like she was fishing for a compliment, which was something that she hated to sound like she was doing. But the truth was, she didn't feel particularly gorgeous. Not here, while she was stuck in a hosptial bed, wearing uncomfortable clothes and only getting to bathe every two days or so. She could practically feel the dirt in her hair, the oil on her skin. In a way, it would've been flattering to Lexie's very core to know that Eisen thought she was beautiful anyway, but in her present state, she was in no condition to actually accept the compliment. Still, she smiled a little at his offer and nodded gently. "Okay. I just might take you up on that, you know. Since I'm a starving college kid and everything."
Her smile blossomed and was accompanied by a musical little laugh at Eisen's joke. He was so funny! Lexie had always loved his sense of humor. "I have faith in you," Lexie assured him seriously. "I would trust you with my flashcards any day."
Lexie wasn't really sure why he'd dipped his head like that, but after a few more seconds of scrutiny, Lexie went back to her lasagna. "Yes. Because the fact that I like obscure Celtic bands is so important," she joked, trying to mimic his sense of humor.