She laughs. His rambling tangents are usually charming, at least in her opinion. It would be pretty hard to spend time with him if she didn't like listening to other people so much.

"Probably because you got burned on those horrible party drinks. I like anything sweet." She reaches across the table to boop his nose. "Like you, for example."

She can't let corny line go unsaid. A reflex, perhaps, or a curse.