He allowed a small smile down at his plate, relieved the subject had stayed away from him. "No, still moo-ing is the best kind. A rare steak can cure anything."
Was he even hungry? He continued to pick a the bun, pulling bits of bread out and rolling them between his fingers. It was childish, but it wasn't as if Emily could see. "Mm. Maybe you should kiss him. You know? Maybe he thinks he's overstepping his bounds." He liked Bob; wondered how far this relationship between him and Emily would go. They were a good match. Bob was caring, but not stifling, and Emily could use an arm to lean on sometimes. She pushed herself too hard.