[She assumes he means both, and she nods in satisfaction at his answer. If she had a bigger ego, she'd ask him to elaborate on that or list more things. She doesn't though, so she leaves it there.]
Do you know what I can tell about you?
[She glances down at the fork he's been using, then back up at him.]
You really like sweets.
[Although it doesn't take a genius to figure that one out, since most people who eat cake like them. Really though, it's an invitation to play a game. They can go back and forth and say things they've noticed about the other. An inferencing game of sorts.]
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Do you know what I can tell about you?
[She glances down at the fork he's been using, then back up at him.]
You really like sweets.
[Although it doesn't take a genius to figure that one out, since most people who eat cake like them. Really though, it's an invitation to play a game. They can go back and forth and say things they've noticed about the other. An inferencing game of sorts.]