He pulls a face at her as she flicks the stem and it hits him.

"Wow, that's. Like, so mature. I can't believe you just attacked me with fruit I gave you. Is this why you don't have a horse? Keep looking in their mouths or something."

As much as it sounds like he's complaining he sits down neck to her.

"Well, you could say that. I share a room with Herbert, Sherlock, and Alec. And really there's only so much teen brooding you can tolerate when it's not yours. Not that Sherlock's brooding, but he's ... Well he's Sherlock."