Look, with the way you've been slobbering over it, this grill is practically a drop-in clinic. No appointment necessary, just shove your face right in and Dr. Foreman will prescribe you some burgerbiotics.

[ HE'S NOT GOING TO LET YOU WIN THIS ONE TEREZI. Awkward though he may be, he's taking that invitation for what it is and wrapping one arm around your waist. The other drapes over her shoulder - even if it's not quite the black situation he's used to at this point, he's definitely less shy about physical contact. ]

Anyway, doctor's in, so I guess I'll be seeing you now.

[ And then he darts in to kiss her before she can beat him to the punch. ]