"We'll get some sodas and pour whatever-the-hell you have into it, how's that sound?" she asked, glossing over the 'shitty week' part for the moment. When he wanted to tell her, he'd tell her.

Or she'd get tired of him dancing around the subject and hit him. One of the two.

"Besides, you didn't think my water bottle was full of water, did you?" she teased. "Really, Red, I'm hurt."