Nico tried not to look too relieved when she let the food thing drop. Her version sounded much more pleasant than him rifling through his cabinets to combine random ingredients that would probably end up in the trash in the end.
What did he want to do now? Nico suddenly became quite aware that they were in his bedroom and that, hey, they were holding hands. He could totally just tug her over to the bed, drag her down with him... But his mind was wandering and he dragged his focus back to the present. "I don't know if I'd have any movie you'd like," he admitted. "You can look if you want?" Nico was a boy. He had boy movies. It was pretty hard to make out with the Terminator in the background.
...Not that they were going to make out or anything. Seeing as her hand was conveniently still in his, he used it to lead her over to his bookshelf which had many more movies and video games than it did actual books.