"Stop worrying about me." she said with an arced brow. "I'm not some damsel in distress, I don't need to be saved." It was sweet, but he was never going to take her seriously if he kept worrying about her. First the fainting thing, then being cold, then her hands. "No thanks, don't like egg rolls." She smirked though at the smile and the offer. "A dumpling is a good start, what else you got to offer?" that brow stayed lifted but somehow took on a playful cant.
"I'd like to. Italian weekend after next, maybe, since next weekend is the bonfire.. well provided you want to hang out of course." She smiled and then nodded, "Soda?" asked, she had some in her own apartment if he didn't. Vanilla Zero was love in a can.