Eisen had to laugh a little bit when she spoke as though she were a superdoctor. “Really, you could get rid of all the sickness and pain with smiles! It’d be impossible for anything to feel miserable with that smile facing it,” he complimented, half-smiling himself.
Oh. He’d been caught. He took his lower lip into his mouth quickly when she called his attention to the fact that she’d caught him and put the spoon back down on the table, scratching his head awkwardly. “Oh, um...nothing,” he laughed once, a short, soft sound, swallowing thickly. He was being too obvious. “You just make me smile, is all.” He knew that she probably wouldn’t buy it, but frankly, he wasn’t sure if he was ready to tell her. He was human, after all, and his fear got the best of him just as much as anyone else’s.
He chuckled at her assessment of him not wanting to share his cooking with the world and shrugged a shoulder. “It’s altruism,” he insisted. “That and I’m just not that passionate about cooking.” Not that he was horrendously passionate about linguistics, either. They were really in the same boat. He was good at them, sure. But he wasn’t as passionate about either one as he was about music. That ship, however, wasn’t going to leave dock.
He took a seat at the table once he’d dished out some food for each of them. “Well, what’re you waiting for, Lex? Dig in!”