When he smiled, hers broadened. It was a nice step away from the awkward interaction they could be having. "Besides, nobody should ever expect to keep food private property. Rooms are one thing; the fridge is entirely different. It's pretty much free game." She took another bite, listening to him as he responded. In honesty, it was a rather silly question, and his answer was the obvious response. However, Kitty was entirely content to ask stupid questions as long as it kept the conversation going. There was almost nothing more tense than being in a room with another person and not interacting.
When he shot, she was pretty convinced that the can would end up in the bin, and was surprised at the result. "Ooooh," she hissed. "So close." Afterward, her attention turned back to Jay as she bit again into the apple.
He didn't seem at all pleased, and Kitty felt that maybe her comment might have an adverse effect. Her teeth left the fruit so she could redeem herself. "Personally, I think it was a conspiracy. The recycling bin obviously repels soda cans. It's not your fault. It's just being grouchy.
"On the other hand, I'm pretty sure the trash can is in a better mood." Kitty looked behind her and stepped back a few paces. When she was satisfied, she stopped and held out the apple. "Come on. Give it another try. I know the apple's all gross because it's got my saliva on it and stuff, but just don't touch that part and you should be germ-free." And with the apple outstretched, she looked at him expectantly.