[ he balances the plate between them so she can take as much as she likes, elbow on his knee as he leans against the table. he does nod with slight approval at the chicken, and tests out the salmon gingerly, obviously slightly affronted at the amateur food-making ]

There's more people here than I expected. They should have at least given us topics... The weather, maybe, or the poor choice in food. Most people love to talk about themselves, but for those of us who don't, it's unfortunate... [ he nudges more of the food closer to her side of the plate ] It's comfortable to talk with you, though.