What kind of excuse was that? It wasn't like I'd hurt myself just by changing clothes quickly and running outside—okay, fine, maybe I would.
But still … how could he be this sweet? Was he made of sugar and honey instead of blood?
"Have you had dinner?" he asked, then immediately added, "And rabbit food doesn't count."
A laugh slipped from me. "Then no. I haven't had dinner, but don't worry, I can make some noodles."
"Noodles?" Lando frowned. "That's not healthy for a late-night meal."
I almost groaned. First my salad wasn't healthy, now noodles too? What was I supposed to eat then? It's not like there were many restaurants still open at this hour, and I definitely didn't want to bother the chef at home just to cook for me.
"Then what exactly counts as healthy for a late-night meal?" I asked jokingly. "Seafood?"
To my surprise, his answer came so easily. "We can eat that if you'd like. I know a good seafood place."
