"Lucky you," he grinned instantly. "I just so happen to be a football player that enjoys being eaten."
He didn't think she was quite over what had happened that night. As such, he wasn't remotely serious when he flirted.
"Strawberry. I think I want a strawberry shake... or maybe they have a season eggnog one," he grinned. "And fries... definitely... with enough ketchup and mustard to drown them."
This definitely felt normal-ish and he felt a little more at ease.