You'd know that if you knew who I was. Which you better.

[She just stares at the apple piece that's now on the ground, before trailing her eyes back up to him.]

And you'd already know that you hate apples. Which I should've thought to bring up before now.

[Looking entirely suspicious she rises up on her tiptoes to lean in close to his face and bump her nose against his.]

Go on, then. Tell me what's happened to you.