Oh, I'm sure you won't die, just get touched inappropriately and without consent.

[ as the sex hotel does. ]

I mean like. If you're into that, no judgement.

[ she does mean that. She understands that people's tastes and preferences are their own, and never wants anyone to feel guilty. That's because she doesn't want people hating on her tastes either.

His intense concentration resulting in just a similar answer has her suspicious. Is he just saying that to be nice? ]

No worries, I'll pick something light. Have a seat, enjoy the birds!

[ She returns to the table with two cups of fresh pressed juice, his water and two fruit parfaits. The dessert is a rainbow in a glass: fresh cut fruit glisten like jewels in between clouds of whipped cream, airy sponge and fruit jelly. The top is crowned with more cream and fruit and a cute cookie shaped like a bird. There's also a plain paper cup of cut fruit. ]

I hope this isn't too much.

[ she sets the tray down and reaches for the paper cup, holding a piece of fruit. Immediately, a bird perches on her hand, grabs the fruit with a foot and starts munching away. ]

The juice shouldn't be too sweet. It's a combo of fruits and veggies so it's healthy.