Kavinsky took the second bite with a roll of the eye, waving around his own fork and taking a big, dramatic bite like that. Steve took off with the pudding thing, and Kavinsky took a second to realize that he was talking about pudding.

A slow sort of smile turned up the corner of Kavinsky's mouth. "I meant dessert in general, but sure, pudding. I forget the ESL thing isn't super obvious most of the time. Uh...rice pudding, actually, that was always a solid one."

There was no point. If he really wanted it, he'd just make it himself--really, or as a dream. But Steve looked so enthused about it, and that made Kavinsky giggle a little bit. The idea of Steve trying to find recipes for rice puddings to make him one was a little silly--but mostly it was so sickeningly sweet that it made Kavinsky want to start a fight.

He didn't.