[ Fuck, she knows. Of course she knows. Not like he was fucking subtle about any of it, and yet Eddie feels the heat rising up to tinge his cheeks a bright shade of pink. At least the food is a distraction, and Eddie can turn his attention towards shoveling bacon and eggs into his mouth at lightning speed. ]

Oh, um--

[ He practically chokes, cringes as he swallows down an uncomfortable mouthful. It hurts a little going down, but that's the consequence of trying to use food as a distraction for the way Chrissy lights every nerve ending on fire. ]

I like music. [ That feels like a stupid answer. Music is her life, probably the last thing she wants to do in her free time. ] I like scary movies, too. And doing stuff with my hands. Making things, cooking, stuff like that.