I dunno, I feel like anything that pushes that much about food is bound to be bad news...

[Very far-Eastern though? So what, like home? He led her to his bedroom where his guitar was on his bed and the acoustic was leaning against the wall on the opposite side.]

Wh-What?! I-I um... well. M...Maybe?

[He nearly tripped on his own too feet at the sudden question of his love life. Or whatever it was right now. His face also turned beet red and he sat down heavily at the computer chair to hide it behind his hands.]

It's complicated.