"I can handle you just fine," she answered. "I'm really really good at handling light-sabres, my touch makes them come alive," she said, her voice turning into honey, leaving no doubt that they weren't talking about toys anymore.
"Apparently I can't even do this right," she added with a snort. "I'm not supposed to come in the kitchen and just take what I want. So terrible of me."
She lightly slapped his arm. "They made food for us and we're going to eat food. We can have dessert by the pool. I can swim, you can sing or swim. Then you can tell me all about the crazy woman who seems to be hitting on you." She grabbed a chair and sat at kitchen counter The food immediately was plated and put in front of her. "Come on, let's eat. I'm sure you never eat properly unless you're here."