"You're right, we can. It will just take time," she agreed. Rarely did she find someone who shared a somewhat optimistic outlook. The idea of it was rather refreshing.
Her cheeks flooded with color as he complimented her, and she swore she had to be almost purple with the head that was radiating from her blushing face. "Thank you," she said softly, running her fingers through her hair so her hands had something to do besides grab him and pull him closer. Instead, she grabbed her wine glass and took a small sip.
Chuckling slightly, she watched as he heated the water with magic. But she kept her mouth shut. After all, this wasn't exactly another lesson. Hearing a beep, she gentle tapped her hand to her forehead. "I almost forgot I was cooking other things as well," she told him a bit sheepishly. "I need to turn the chicken over, otherwise it will be dry." Grabbing a hot pad, she opened the door of the oven and pulled out the sizzling dish. Grabbing tongs, she flipped them all over before sticking them back in for another fifteen minutes. Turning around, she leaned against the counter and smiled.
"So... Do you think Simone could have dessert or is it far to late for her?" she questioned. Susan was the type of person who hated eating anything sweet when a child was around. It simply felt unfair.