"I could be. But I'm still just lil' ol' me. It's the only me I know how to be." He says, enigmatically. Then, he rubs at his chin, thinking. "She's prickly 'cuz she thought you thought she couldn't handle things? I don't know if a food fixes that. But it never hurts. Maybe... " He pauses, brow furrowed up as he thinks deep thoughts. "Maybe something she can make. A treat, and the recipe? Cuz you know she can do it if she tries it out." And, slyly, he offers, "I think she's par-ticky-larly partial to cinnamon rolls." Naming one of his favorites.