[He doesn't look at the writing right away, but he takes up the paper and holds it carefully in his hands. When it comes to Annie, he knows he prefers when they can be more like this. She's sweet, she's smart, and it's his fault that things get so awkward, he realizes.

Before he reads, he tips his head and just watches her for a second. Annie's pretty amazing. She's almost always cheerful, almost always doing for others, and how much has she done for him? He's probably lost count by now.

His eyes focus on the paper.]

Potato pancakes? [Huh.] My specialty. [Or close enough.]

Give me, what? Thirty minutes? [Because he'll still like some time to prepare. Blake stands.] Thirty minutes, one plate of latkes. Challenge accepted.