As if feeling his eyes on her face, Pepper glances at him sideways, smiling a bit bashfully as she notes his gaze, some color rising to her cheeks unbidden as she looks back down at her task. God, she's never hated her tendency to blush so easily more than now. Desperately, she tries to think of something to say to distract from this sudden... awareness.

"So," she starts, mostly steadily. "What do you usually do with your evenings?"