"...smelly. Smelly barn boy. I did, however, attach a single person possessive pronoun in front of that. My smelly barn boy. So, really, you've have to concede that there's a certain amount of romantic sentiment to it." All right, maybe he was the worst at dating, he knew that. But he was trying.

Getting up, he filled a plate for Stephanie, so she could try some of all the dishes, knowing how she liked to experiment. Especially with fried food. "You just tell me what you like best, princess." That said, he simply filled a plate for Jonathan as well. He was sure he'd eat eventually. Hopefully. "Anyway. I-- It's not as if I'm not into dating at all. And you are not smelly today."

Nailing this.