Bruce was relieved at the look in her face and the way she talked. He had hoped to engage her interests and it appeared he had done so. He breathed deeper and his smile spread across his secondary face like lightspeed. He felt like he could jump the moon, just then. He grinned at her and led her, by that hand, toward the door.
"I have more surprises for your senses and teases for your mind, but I thought I would offer refreshment. I've been cooking this morning, and it seems I've rediscovered a skill for pie making." He led the way out of the room. Down the lab way they went, and out another door and through a hall. From ahead, a new smell intruded, the smell of cherries.
"It seems, when stimulating my brain processes at odd hours, my mentality seeks ways to enlighten me and liberate itself from constant stimulation by urging me to indulge in creation. This new stimulation, this direction most unaligned with previous lines leads to a new discovery. Baking is fun. Like with experiments, taking the diverse elements and bringing them through a process of enhancement and material collection, realigning them as one from many and materializing a new product, a new synthesis of the disparate parts into a whole... is exciting."
His grin only grew as he led her toward the kitchen and spoke. "When so excited, the mind and body wish nothing more or less than to share such excitement with another, and to bring that other closer to one's own level of excitement with proper stimulation and observation, to emulate a connection and enhance the possibility of detente, and of hope, and of peace."