[ rachel will scoot over herself, to give him a bit of room, and she places the plate in between them as well, looking up at him with a tiny smile as she catches that mischievousness in his gaze. she wouldn't want it to go anywhere. there's only room for one straight laced person here.
she grabs one half of the sandwich, looking over at him before she takes a bite. ]
It's going good. Logically, I know I'm going to do well. But a part of me feels like if I don't try to cover everything, they're going to ask me something I've decided to skip.