"Oh, you didn't," Noah said hastily, not wanting her to feel uncomfortable, and she did, if the color chasing across her cheeks was any indication. "Butt in, I mean. It's simply an unalterable fact. One must accept those sorts of things, whether one likes them or not."
He took the bowl from her. "Thank you," he said, and took a bite. He'd made it earlier in the morning, and it was perfectly cold and sweet. He reached for something to try and put her at ease. "Is The Day the Earth Stood Still a zombie movie? I have to admit, I'm not much on the whole zombie oeuvre, honestly. Too creepy for me by far."