"No, thanks, though," Kevin waved off the proffered lasagna. "I like my meals like I like my coffee...hot, and meaty," he said with a faux-serious expression, which he held for only a few moments before a smile cracked through. "Okay, that one doesn't work so well," he said.
He thought back to the last several movies he'd seen. Couple of action flicks, one chick flick (a guilty pleasure he wasn't quite ready to admit to Oriel), and a historical epic. That one had been good.
"Historical epics. I loved The Last Samurai. How's about you?" he asked, half-expecting an answer about artsy indie films. Oriel just kinda seemed like an indie guy.