[ She moves forward and takes one of his hands into her own, squeezing it gently and tugging him in the direction he had pedaled in from. ]

Tell you what. You owe me dinner. Sometime. I know ingredients are kind of limited right now, but whenever we have a good selection that won't put us totally out of food for a while, you can make me dinner.

It probably won't feel like enough, but it's something.