She's about to decline the straw, but he's already popping them in the glasses and she bites back an amused smile. She's starting to get used to these little things that strike her as impractical -- or something else -- as likely just results of his brain working too fast to wait.

"Yeah. Avocados," she retorts with a small grin as she takes one of the glasses from him and takes a sip. Definitely tasty. Smirking, she taps her glass against his. "Nicely done, sweetie pie."