She laughed out loud, looking over at him affectionately. "In that case, I'm still upset. Please keep making food."
She laughed again, shaking her head. "You're right," she said agreeably. "Sorry. Thank you for the quesadilla."
She watched him for a moment, eating hers quietly. "Are you nervous?" she asked after a moment. "About Saturday?"
He looked thoughtful, cutting his food. "Not very long, to be honest. I'm not sure how the country is going to react."