"I'll make more exceptions." Madison chuckled back and gave him an almost flirty look. She was about to continue when he said taht she looked good in anything, and that she didn't need to worry. Her cheeks got incredibly red with embarrassment, but she quickly regained her composure and tried to focus on anything but the fact that he kept complimenting her left and right. "I highly doubt that, since my pajamas are very frumpy, but...thank you, Landon. I appreciate it."
Madison glanced at him with an intrigued expressions as he stated he wasn't sure yet, and she shrugged a little. "I'm not picky. We can walk around and see whatever pops up? Italian sounds good, if you want." She laughed again when he said that her wish was his command. "That's a bit extreme. I could wish for something crazy, y'know." Madison responded and winked quickly. Madison then reached out to hook her hand on his arm and had to refrain from taking in a breath from the shape of his arm. It was incredibly fit. She wanted to squeeze it...and ask him to flex, but Madison refrained, knowing it'd be awkward if she reacted.
"No! I'm definitely not starving. Promise. I have a bad habit of munching on fries through out my work day." she explained quickly and held a hand out as if surrendering. "I swear." Madison chuckled and leaned into him. "Really. Wherever you pick, I'm okay with. I'm the least picky eater on this planet. I will literally eat anything." she laughed. As a kid, she honestly did eat whatever her father placed on her plate. Whether it was fish, steak or a vegan burger, the girl downed it within ten minutes and wanted more. The only thing she couldn't handle, was red meat. It was too heavy and oftentimes upset her stomach greatly.
So she hoped Landon didn't expect her to eat a steak or something of that sort.