Fred's head tilted slightly; she mmmed softly, snuggling in as much as she could. Her head rested on his shoulder, and she nuzzled into his neck before angling a little to start nibbling on his ear. The answer was wrong, and she knew it.
"Mmm, try again." Her voice was a little hushed. She giggled as she nipped an earlobe. "It's not on me." She might have pushed the chair a little so that he was hopefully facing the food, her pager, and her phone?