Leandro felt like he should have probably been tossing that around in his mind; like it was good advice from a motherly sort and he'd do well to consider it. Before he could get too far with it, though, his own wells of doubt poured out on it and drowned it. In the end, he ended up making a slight twitch of a face in response to the people around you mattering. "I'm still waiting for my snuff video theory to pan out. Let's hope you're right instead."
He was quiet for a moment longer after that, watching Carmel stir and prepare the salad. It did smell good, and definitely looked like something that should be on a bun to him. Then again, there were few things he wouldn't eat in a sandwich, what with his penchant for "boy food". Leandro broke another short grin when he was teased, ruffling his own hair and posing with his elbow against the counter. "I yam what I yam. I could have said something even more awesome, like fried twinkies." He took the fork from her with a nod, but didn't quite dig in yet. He was hesitating, twirling it around in his fingers as if waiting for something more, his eyes still focused on her face.
After she spoke her last piece, he got what he wanted. His hand balled into a fist and tapped on the counter with energy, and he pointed the fork right at her. "You GO, girl!" he cheered, the fork starting to wag while he let out an incredulous laugh. "You really did that?! Damn, street justice. Show him what's what. You were only charged with assault, right? So he lived. I hope you made it so he sings falsetto for the rest of his life."
He decided he liked her, so he stuck the fork into the heap of chicken salad and pulled up a mouthful of it to shovel it in. Fortunately, he didn't double dip, but he did chew it up like a wolf behind his lips. "This's good," he said out of the corner of his mouth.