Chloe tilted her head this way and that for a moment, then responded, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose a bit, a faint embarrassed blush on her face as she answered:

“No lying? Junk food. My family has some background in culinary arts and my mom is SUPERRRRRR against anything ‘unhealthy’ or ‘flavorless,’ by which she means, like, fast food and that kind of thing. I can’t blame her, it was how she was raised, but...”

The young lady turned her head this way and that, as if worried she’d be overheard, then quickly concluded:

“I’d kill someone for a baconator any day of the week. Just saying.”

~~~

Lewis was quiet for a moment after the question was asked, gently poking a few of his fingers together in a sheepish, embarrassed expression before saying:

“I’ll admit it: alcohol. I swore off drinking years ago after an...incident at the state fair, namely one that involved an alpaca in the petting zoo area, grand theft, and a brief jail sentence. I can’t deny I miss it a bit, and I do like cooking with it from time to time, but, um...”

He trailed off, blush deepening as he requested, quietly: