"Um... I can't... Play piano?" He offered, there were a great many things he couldn't do. He just couldn't think of them all at the moment. It was much nicer to hear Mia list off his accomplishments anyway. "I should make more tee shirts. That one might be a better advertizement." He teased, giving her a little nudge with his shoulder as they walked.
Inwardly, Sam breathed a sigh of relief. He had been terribly nervous about cooking for her, after she'd offered. Once he'd got going it had been okay, but coming up with a menu that was pretty neutral and easy had been hard. She hadn't mentioned that he absolutely couldn't feed her x, y or z, but the thought that he might screw up had definitely been at the back of his mind. "Yeah? I hope so."