"No, I think you're the perfect weight. I just got a lot of stuff because I didn't know what you'd want. Also I may be twenty-seven but I still eat like a teenager. A hollow leg and all that." He took a few more bites of the pasta. He really needed to learn how to cook better, all his Italian ancestors were probably shaking their heads at that. But in his defense he was a boy and in Italian families it was usually the mother who cooks and his mother never did such. So he never had any experience. Cooking classes might be a good investment. Maybe another date with Gabby...cooking classes could be fun.
Seth was somewhat pleased that she took the soda. Then later if one thing led to another she couldn't blame the alcohol for the way she acted and he would like for one thing to lead to another tonight. But he needed to start out slow...test the waters...figure her out a bit more, "So...you got any siblings?"