She was right. This one was cool and creamy with just the right amount of seasoning.
"Good taste," he said.
"Depends on what it is." She shrugged. "Men not so much."
"Is that why you're so attracted to me?"
"What?" she spluttered.
"Come on, it doesn't have to be a thing. Just come downstairs and play with the big boys. You can get to know me better."
She raised her eyebrows. "Is that so?"
"It is. Now what do you say?"
"I say absolutely not, but good try."
"Afraid to face me at the card table? Can't say I blame you."
She narrowed her eyes. "Even if I played cards--which I don't--I can't imagine myself being intimidated by someone like you."
The effect of this pronunciation was somewhat diminished by the fact that she had to crane her neck to look at him.
"Have it your way, doll. You don't seem the type to play anyway." He made to leave, and waited for his bait to catch.
One, two, three...
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It's exactly what it sounds like. Look, don't feel bad, a lot of girls aren't good at cards."
"Oh so now this is a female thing?" She said. "I'll have you know women--"
"Woah, woah, woah." He held up his hands. "Either you want to prove me wrong or you don't. Now which is it?"
She sucked in her bottom lip, then tilted her head to the side. "Fine. One game. After that, we're done and you'll be proven wrong once and for all."
"That's all I'm asking."
For now.