Owen finally sat down across from her, careful not to grab his beer and chug half of it in one go. He did pick it up, however, twisting off the cap with ease. "You don't have to thank me," he assured her. And he really wished she wouldn't say things like that - I should be doing nice things for you right now - because Owen was still a guy, and he couldn't always keep his brain from going there.
He took a sip of his beer and motioned to her plate. "If it's terrible, you don't have to finish it. Or... maybe just pretend it's good for awhile and sneak Neptune the rest of it, so I don't feel like a moron."