There was leftover tomato pasta? And she was just freely offering it? Tomato pasta was probably the best he'd eaten in awhile. "Yeah, I...thanks." He tried a smile. It was still an alien concept, and more than a little wavery, but hey, he was trying. He turned to retrieve said pasta, using the action to try and organize his thoughts a little bit.
They had to talk about something, right? That was what you did in situations like these. Talk. At least, that's how Pike thought things were supposed to go. So as he rummaged around to locate the tomato pasta, he craned his head around so he could see her. "So. Bella, right? I'm Pike." He noticed the slight flush, and it actually made him feel slightly more comfortable, to know that he wasn't the only one feeling a little awkward about this.