[ Oh, he should still have one around here... somewhere. If not in the bathroom, then somewhere in his bedroom, probably on top of a huge pile of dirty clothes.

She returns just in time for him to serve to dinner. He acknowledges her with a look, though it lasts a few seconds longer than usual because of her hair. ]

... I hope you eat pasta.

[ Because if not he's got a problem. He places both plates down on the table. Once they're both situated, he'll ask the following in an attempt to pick up conversation again, ]

How old are you? I know you don't usually ask a woman that, but you're not exactly... usual. So I hope you don't mind.