[Robert doesn't really catch the slight motion here, but as he leans away as well to stand up, it ends up not mattering very much.

He picks his words carefully as he's faced away.]

... I was thinking of... something l-light. [As though the idea were purely for his own benefit alone. (Robert is not any good at disguising his intentions, though, so this ploy is as see-through as air.)] Would you be... a-adverse to steamed rice?

Perhaps even some t-tea... it might be enjoyable to watch the storm if it does not progress too dangerously... [He's never seen a tornado before.]