[His expression sours at the idea of owing her something nonspecific. She could call anything in at any time. But it's not like options are plentiful and -- he can't abide the idea of them just not getting along for such a dumb reason.]
Fine. I owe you. [He sighs, arms crossing.] I can take you there as soon as you're done eating. I have a kitchen there too, if you want to bring some leftovers to store.