Alex really doesn't want to have a serious conversation, or to talk about her feelings or her damage or whatever. She'd much rather just have a normal afternoon with a nice, normal guy who'll make dumb jokes about tater tots and pretend she's normal too. The major flaw in that plan is, of course, that she's not normal, and neither is Kyle.

She sets the knife down and turns towards him. "You came up behind me and grabbed me when I wasn't expecting you to. What did you think I was gonna do, give you a medal?" She reaches for his wrist, hoping to pull his hand towards her, palm up. At the same time, she snatches up the knife and tries to put it in his hand. "We can pass each other stuff, okay? This doesn't have to be weird. Just don't, you know, grab me. And don't treat me like a special snowflake." She reaches for the pasta, hoping the water's started to boil by now. Otherwise she'll just have to keep staring at him, which would make the whole situation a lot more awkward than it already is. She wants to just move on and get back to cooking. "Just... cut up some spinach and I'll figure out how much pasta to cook."