She keeps pushing back, challenging him in these very small ways, and every one makes him want to get closer to her.

"Game on," he says, and scoops up a bite for himself.

It's different--not as much heat as the one he likes, but a significant kick all the same, with an unfamiliar balance of sweet and savory. It's another clue to the complexities of what she prefers and who she is.

It's delicious.

"Mm--" He's almost reluctant to swallow. "--okay, that is vastly better than the one close to us."