[ Her face twists in wondering, but Malia can tell he's acting off. Putting on an actual act? Oh. Okay. As he moves, she stares over. ] Now that you mention it... [ she starts over, sitting down beside him him before moving another pillow to lay her head on as she shifts to be on her side, facing him, looking over. To an outsider who's seen them both on cameras, out in the real world, it may be out of character. Whatever. ] I am kinda tired. [ She sighs softly. ] I let you come in my house. I already trust you.

[ With his request, she starts to nod, trying to think of somewhere. ] Generic. [ That's not so easy, but... ] I like pizza. That works. [ Far more specific places bring her actual comfort, but that's not how this apparently works. ]