She hums, nods a little. Kindness is often a weakness in her world, given or accepted. People who are kind often want something in return, and the cost is rarely balanced with the price.

"I like it."

She takes another bite, crunching unashamed as she ponders. He would last about half an hour in her world, with his genteel manners. (She's never seen him have to be intimidating.)

"You said, you'd find it difficult -- to be casual."

She's picking her words carefully again, trying to find her way towards something, though what, she's not even sure.