In death. It's true, but his laugh is wry anyway. It's not exactly a traditional perspective after all. He wants to smile and laugh along with all this. But something sits wrong and he can't quite name it. It's easier to avoid her gaze when it seems like she's avoiding his.

"Yeah, it was. That's what I remember from my younger self anyway. I'm sure everything else is just as good though. I was just craving things from home at the time. They didn't have any chapulines, but they had mangos."

He's trying to move along. Really. He's doing his best. But finally, it slips. He at least keeps his gaze off her. It'll ease off both their embarrassment he hopes.

"You know, it can be rough out here on this side of things. And sometimes just in the world in general. We get a lot of people come out of stuff like that. So, you know, you don't have to tell me, but if I can help or avoid hurting you at all, I want to. If that's true for you, just let me know what I need to be more careful with. Okay?"