He tilted his head confused at her question in answer to his own. He didn't quite understand the meaning behind it. He didn't spend too long thinking it over though. He was sure it was something he'd figure out in due time.

He watched her as she ran her finger through the whipped cream, that gentle smile on his face. "You're welcome. Like I said, the bartender said that it's good. So I do hope you like it."

"Wouldn't a dozen of them make you sick?" He asked, tilting his head. "Oh, facetiously." He laughed realizing what she meant.