Well his grinning enthusiasm was certainly appreciated. Blythe was definitely beginning to feel sorry for jumping the gun when she talked to him before. He'd brought enough to feed an army and then some! It was safe to say that she wasn't making dinner for Zack anytime soon. "None that I know of." She said, opening the fridge and helping him unload food.
"I certainly don't feel bad for buying ten different sorts of drinks." She mused, pushing aside the lemonade and juice in the fridge to make space for some of the food. Blythe smirked at Nicholas. "If you were aiming to impress, you should know you succeeded."