“Oh am I?” she said, raising an eyebrow at him. “And just how am I mysterious? I'm just an average eighteen year old girl with a pie fetish.” She attempted to give him her most innocent look, something she hadn't actually used with any sincerity since she was sixteen, before giving up with a giggle, toying with a stirring straw.
“Ask me anything you desire...” she said coyly, fluttering her eyelashes at him in an exaggerated fashion, enjoying spending time with someone who could take her joking and more then likely turn it back on her.