It was good she was sitting down, because this entire thing was ridiculous. Later, they'd have a good laugh about it (separately and after they'd fought).
He'd touched her... it felt strange too. Because she sort of hadn't minded.
And this was just ridiculous, feeding each other cake, because it was what idiots did that were into hearts and flowers and all of that. One thing though she had to say, her crap day, her crap week? Temporarily forgotten.
She reached for the fork, then, on second consideration, took a piece with her fingers and held it out to him, slowly bringing it to his mouth.