Don't worry, she'll snap out of it. Meat is delicious, it's just through a phase and she feels good trying to fit in with the morally superior vegetarian mob. Yeah, clearly this is just for show, she is going to destroy that steak and it will be fucking delicious. Even with her phase she tends to be one of those people who just eats what is in front of her. "Oh, well, yeah, they just don't know any better really." Oh my god, one day she'll look back and hopefully be a little embarrassed that she was this big of a twat.

Teenagers.

"It totally is, everything is always your fault," she is not even remotely being serious with this, and that should be obvious by her bad attempt at not smiling at him. His fingers tickle her and she starts giggling, wiggling her feet against his thighs as she squirms in her seat. "Nooooo I don't want you wearing a party hat, I won't ever go near you when we're out if you put one of those silly things on! You wouldn't even dare, you'd be too afraid that it would mess up your hair." That perfect, slightly mused look that he has going on, dark locks of sex. Seriously, she wishes she was dark haired like him.

She stabs a bite of salad on her fork and offers it over to him with a grin. Somewhere in her formative stage she got the idea that if she could be fed then she should feed other people as well. This habit has not faded apparently.