He accepted the milk and doughnuts with pleasure, anticipation making his stomach growl. "Impossible. I don't have tangents. And I don't blush. You must be mistaken about both of those things."

He took a sip of chocolate milk, swallowed, and let out a small sigh of satisfaction. His foot felt better just being in her lap, and he wasn't sure he'd ever tasted anything better than this. He thought it was a shame he didn't have evenings like this more often, actually. He opened his mouth to say that, but instead what came out was, "You should come over here more often." It... wasn't quite the same meaning, but it wasn't untrue either. He took another drink of his milk.