A bright smile lights her face, she quickly hugs him and skips off to continue finishing her drawing.

He quietly follows her.

"Sit! Sit!" She says, still smiling. She rewinds the show for him so he can watch from where he left off. "So, what are you allergic to?" She asks, looking up at the tv then back down at the sketchpad.

"Certain wheat types, any type of cheddar, coffee, most nuts, the fruit part of apples -juice is fine-, brown sugar, and eggs." He lists.

She gasps, "That's practically everything!!" She whines. "What can you eat?" She asks dramatically falling back and slumping to the ground with a whimper. "I have to be the perfect host! I can't be the perfect host if you can't eat!" She cries. (She's acting)

"U-um!" He flinches back. "I-I can still eat most things! I-it's fine! Really!"

She freezes as she hears the fear in his voice. She turns around, sitting on her knees, an amused smile lights her face. "I'm just joking, goofball!" She nudges his leg, standing and putting her hair into a pony tail.

He relaxes, but is still a little stressed.

She plops down next to him, opening her water and drinking it as she watches the documentary curiously. "Ooh, fancy." She states, resting her elbows on her knees and her head in her palms. Her drawing was in between them, the pencil on the coffee table in front of them.

He glances at the drawing. "Th-that's really good." He compliments quietly.