Well, she's not listed as a sulky girl for nothing.

"So, what are you into?" You ask politely.

She looks at you as though to ask if you're an idiot, but shakes her head and looks away.

"Screwball."

You frown. "I beg your pardon?"

She turns irritably and nods towards the minibar. "Screwball," she repeats. "You do know how to make one, right?"

She doesn't let you answer; instead, she barges past and helps herself to your ****.