He eyed her sideways when she amended it with "well, the second best thing" and arched his brows, then lifted the Twinkie to his mouth and took a bite. It was like a heart attack in a handheld snack, all grease and goo and melty cake batter. He chewed with resignation, then handed her the remainder of the treat.
"Here, you finish it." He wasn't sure his stomach, on its strict regimen of coffee and protein most of the time, could handle something quite that rich without repercussions. He did sip the beer appreciatively though, despite it being lukewarm and a little flat from a portable draft set-up.
"Just so's you enjoy it," he murmured. He wasn't hard with Elizabeth, most of the time; he couldn't be. She was still so young and it was so easy to forget that until something snapped him back to reality.