"You know, my Mum always said wiping your hands on your trousers was a nasty little habit," Rose told him, and then gave him the slight kick in his shin under the table that he darn well deserved. That was her punishment for going to a male with girl-style problems.
Well. Okay, insulting his entire gender was probably not helpful, either.
"Git," she muttered, then glanced at his plate. "Baked beans? Seriously? How can you eat those things? Feels so... Yank." Though he did have an American accent. But ever since reading about the Boston Tea Party in school and then learning how big a thing 'Boston baked beans' were, she couldn't touch them. Rose threw back a long drink from the mug in her hands before looking at him imploringly. "Furthermore, it's a well-known fact that men are all mad. Though you at least get bonus points for not being completely stupid."