"Oh, this isn't my kind of food at all," Ben said, making a face. "Ooh, but there's pizza!" He opened up the freezer. "And ice cream! And popsicles! I like Rory."

He popped the little plate of food into the microwave and walked over with a bib. "Guesses on where this goes?"

He wasn't quite that clueless. He was trying to push it.