Eliot contained his laughter but not his smile. His eyebrows shot up as he took the spoon from her and placed it on the serving dish, and then covered it.
"You hated it," Eliot said. "I actually didn't realize how horrible that was going to be for you and feel a little bad. But your reaction was priceless." He still couldn't wipe the grin from his face.
"You can be honest," Eliot tried. He suspected she might not be able to turn off the diplomatic answers. "I will help you find food you don't hate, but you have to be honest about what you like."
He didn't mean just food that would satisfy her pallet. He had noticed the spoon she used, how he asked her to eat first. He would help her there to, when he could.