She glances sideways at him with a little smile, startling a bit at the brush of their hands and swallowing dryly. Food, right. She murmurs her thanks and digs in, giving a hum of approval at the warm spiciness on her tongue.

"I don't know, it could stand to be just a bit hotter," she teases with a crooked smile, though she actually think it's just perfect, a hint of color on her own cheeks from the kick. If she notices his struggle, she isn't mentioning it; at least yet, finishing off her first bottle of beer. "It's good, though. Nicely recommended."