"Yeah. I do." She gives him the kind of doubtful, don't give me that crap look that teenagers are peculiarly good at, her thumb brushing idly over the handle of her knife. The last thing she wants to do is give him ideas, but he has to realize it was an obvious option here.

Doesn't he? Maybe he doesn't. If it never even crossed his mind, she's going to feel guilty for waiting for him to try something out here.