Yeah no. A group of teenage boys were not going to waste food. Especially once Slav remembered to eat.
Now now, there was still personal space. After all, he hadn't touched her. Even while taking food from her fingers, he had never actually touched her.
He wasn't speechless! It just took him a moment to comprehend being called nice. It wasn't something that happened like ever. Maybe in thought but never out loud. NEVER out loud.
"Oh really," like when they met, he reached out and snagged her wrist, pulling her into the same position, "And so this part was nice to you. That let's me know a lot about you."