[Rebecca is usually the one to tease and not the one to have a frozen smile and the creeping of heat across her face but hello. The sunburn disguises it but her laugh spills out all the same, trepidatiously falling back into flirtation after a frank talk. What is life anymore? This is - kind of flirting still, right? Somehow she walked herself right into this like a kid in a house of mirrors walking into themselves.]
This... is where I could make a dirty comment about eating anything you serve me. [Acknowledging that for what it is helps balance the rest of the flirting in the situation. She smiles back.] Because I ah, remember too.