He followed suit, pushing his tray over to make enough room for their imaginary paper football field. "Here to here?" Pete sketched out the dimensions with his index fingers before he pushed the football over to her. He'd make a goal for her with his hands whenever she indicated that she was ready to play.
In the meantime, though, he could kind of tell that he'd hit some kind of nerve. He must have -- why else would she be going for the mystery meat? Pete's tray was bereft of that main course. He just wasn't willing to risk it. If it was anyone else he would ask if there was something going on, and he'd asked North questions like that before, after the whole deal with her and Andrea's body, but he'd learned enough by now to know that asking wasn't going to help all that much.
So instead of asking. he just grinned at her, pushing broccoli around with his own fork, and gave a little shrug. "Yeah, it's no problem, North bro. Besides, I could use the company. I don't get enough compliments on my hair these days. Did I forget to mention that's price you have to pay for staying with me?"