"If we ever get back..." Danny gestured vaguely. "And if I can find yak milk, you can try it sometime. It isn't disgusting. Just an acquired taste. Like uh, coffee."
He nodded firmly. Maybe he could convince himself of it if he kept it up. Maybe she'd believe him. He looked at her, one eyebrow rose as she teased. Bad penny? He couldn't hide his confusion from her all that well.
"I - no, nobody's told me that. What does it mean? I thought after the dumplings when you said we could visit, that you might want to again..." His voice trailed off as his cheeks colored. "I - heard that wrong, didn't I?"