[The touch of his palm gets a smile in return, that one that's soft and fond. She is, as ever, maybe not quite as warm as people expect, but neither is she cold. There were only a very few times when she was cold, and that was when humanity and the poison of the Lazarus Pit were unraveling her. It's not something she actively thinks about, so she simply touches the back of Eddie's palm with light fingertips to acknowledge the touch.
When he turns back to the dishes, she hoists herself up to sit on the countertop nearby (actually hopping up instead of just appearing there) and folds her legs beneath herself.] I'll have to ask if he's up for going. I meant it when I said he doesn't really leave the Garden.