"I always forget," he admits. When he's with her, talking to her, they have so much in common -- they fit so well -- that it's easy to forget the fact that they grew up in places that were so wildly different. He blushes, faintly, reflexively, when she licks her lips, and he disguises it with a sip of his wine and a bite of his own food. "Mint chocolate chip," he says. "Is definitely the best flavour. Objectively."