[It shouldn't be hard. He looks how the pink one looks, now, soft and flushed and delicately ruffled around the edges.]

Oh. I. I can do that. ...I've been doing that. I... haha, I guess that's okay now.

[His hands move gently from her elbows up to the backs of her hands on his shoulders, and he just holds them lightly, smiling at her like she's the Christmas gift he never dreamed he'd get.]

Do... you want me to heat your soup up now?