Kenneth wasn't quite sure what to make of this. Patricia describing her flat, followed by... what was it exactly? ... an invitation? Kenneth choked on a noodle, unsure if he had heard correctly or whether this was just a very vivid daydream. The fact that he then absent-mindedly dropped a scalding-hot spoonful of soup onto his hand quickly told him it wasn't. He wasn't sure how to respond to her question.
"Oh, nothing. What are you doing?" he asked her lamely, giving her an apprehensive smile. He didn't want to jump to any conclusions and risk offending his lunch guest. "What did you want to ask me?"