Rosie had expected him to turn on the program he'd just been talking about, to start with whatever episode was next and explain things--or correct things, more likely--as they happened, so the question surprises her for a moment. There's almost too many places to begin; too many things she's curious about and too little that she knows already.

She thinks for another minute, then smiles, something faint and a little shy. "Start with...start by telling me about your favorite thing you've ever learned," she says. "Not necessarily the thing you're best at, or the most impressive, or anything like that. But the thing that makes you happiest to know how to do. And tell me why."

She turns her head a little, looking up at him--at the line of his profile and the tangle of his dark hair. Again, there's that sense of something warm sparking deep within her, a sensation that's confusing but pleasant even so.