Scott snorted quietly. "Until I got bitten, none of it existed as far as I knew, either. If Derek hadn't been around..." he shook his head and squeezed her hand, wondering what the etiquette was for eating ribs while holding your girlfriend, then grabbing another one anyway. At least he was resisting the urge to gnaw on the bones.

"But if you want to learn about it, I'm happy to teach you what I know. All of it. If you want to." And if she didn't want to...then he would try to keep that part of him from interfering in her life as much as he could. He wasn't sure how successful he would be, and it would hurt, but he would do it. For her.