"Well - it'll taste like tomatoes, anyway," he said, diving in to help her with a little more gusto. He didn't mind tomato innards. "And if it doesn't, adding some wine always helps." He smiled. And if that didn't suffice, they were about a two minute walk from a restaurant, so. He wasn't going to worry over it too much. He just focused on sending the seeds to the sink, and not splattering all over his shirt.
"I'm sure Italy would make a lovely holiday. I haven't been, though - only out further east, where it gets far too cold for my tastes in December." Of course, the same could be said for up here, but it was different when you were with someone. And allowed to use magic. "Have you still got family there? That would make it easier, I suppose."