[She doesn't know why he continues putting up with her -- oh, right. The money. He'd already been willing to abandon it before, though... Ugh, hes so confusing. She doesn't understand people at all. Ryder makes some other kind of whine and waits for her mortification to bubble away. She tries not to let his laughter get to her this time. She did make a joke! She's supposed to be over the moon that her "date" laughed!]

I dunno h-how you can -- [He's so blatant and confident about it! What the fuck?

'A little less smiley,
A little less sure,'

She'd literally just said it. With a groan, Ryder pinches the bridge of her nose.]

God. Nnnever -- m-mind.

[Even if she could say this plan was successful, she doesn't think she'd have enough experience to figure this shit out. Social situations...hard.]

Um. Food. [Now that her cover's blown... She looks at what they managed to score and unpack, hesitantly hovering her hand above a box. Ah. Silverware.

...She produces two pens from her purse and clumsily tries to fashion them into chopsticks. If all else fails, she can stab the food. She just...doesn't want to gross him out by shoving her hand in like some zombie eager for organs.] W-what -- what w-would, um, a n-normal person say? How can I have, um, a better, um. Outside f-face? Like y-you.