It was nice to have someone else cook for her for once, and even nicer to find time to spend with Tina. Daani had popped home after work to strip out of her smart clothes and put on comfy purple leggings, yellow t-shirt and an oversized jumper for warmth.
"It's always been beautiful," Danni said, brushing a finger absently over the edge of the table as she set her phone back down. "But it does look more like you now, less severe," she said.
"This looks good too," she said, smelling the bubbling lasagne, which was wafting rich tomato and cheese into the surrounding area. She had a fondness for lasagne, but could rarely be bothered to make it herself, in contrast to several Indian things which took a similar amount of time and preparation.
"What's up next?" she asked, not sure if she was talking about the house or Tina herself.