"Sure. Whatever you have, I'm not particularly picky." And she wasn't really. Which probably would have made her vineyard owning, Italian grandparents very angry, but she couldn't be bothered to care. Instead she busied herself making plates for them both.
When he came back she leaned over the table a little. "Now, tell me. What on earth is playing over your wireless?" She actually sort of liked it, but it wasn't familiar to her. She picked up her fork and stabbed some carrots. She realized it might have sounded more like 'Why on earth are you listening to this?' She really hadn't meant it to. "I like it."