Keys takes another bite of the food in front of him before he juggles the plates, leaning to set his in front of her before he snags the pasta. He studiously doesn't watch her react to what she's eating because, if he spends too much time thinking about it, he gets onto the subject of how she reacts to other things, and he's honestly trying really hard not to think about that.

"Shit," he says, grinning, his eyelashes all but fluttering. "This is good."