[ He eases his hold on her, but still lets his arm rest loosely around her shoulders as they walk down the path. It's a small gesture of affection that he honestly finds comfort in. ]

Oh, it's not bad. It's absolutely tragic. Pizza is so good. You'll see. [ He nudges for her to follow him off the path, so they can take a detour and go through the quickest route towards his place. ]

Alright, we'll try a beer. If you don't like it, no harm done. I've got other stuff for you to pick from.