Nemo knew he should eat, but his stomach turned at the idea, so he let Penny have the pastries, easing back to sit on the edge of the bed, unsure as to what was happening, but thinking some space might help? He honestly didn't know.

He faltered at her suggestion, but wasn't sure what to do about it. He could ask to have it changed? Somehow he didn't think that was a good choice. "Another time." The fresh air would probably do him some good, he had felt better on his jaunt down the street, but changing the time now would likely result in a longer duration for this awkwardness. "By the time we eat and get everything packed up, I'm sure it'll go by quickly."

What else could he even saaay?