Bill didn't mind if she rambled a bit. He just liked listening to her talk about herself. "I'd like that. Although I admit, I'm a little curious what a tipsy Fleur is like." He winked at her.
"Hassan tells me falafel is just copied off of ta'amiya, but I suspect it's a food debate for the ages. He claims it was invented by his ancestors too--I mean his literal ancestors, not his countrymen--so you have to take it with a grain of salt." He splashed a little peanut oil in the pan and checked the temperature--hopefully hot enough. He'd owled Hassan beforehand to get some tips, and he'd said that was the most crucial thing. "You can do it with hummus, but I like it with yoghurt sauce instead. I hope that's okay."
"So I know you know your way around a kitchen, and of course you excelled in school. I know you're close with your family. What I'd like to know..." he gave her a flirty side-glance as he dropped a few ta'amiya balls into the pan, "is what you like to do when it's just you. Crosswords? Gardening? Ballroom dance?" He was teasing, of course, but he was interested. He knew as well as anyone that life in a close-knit family involved a lot more doing for others than doing for oneself, sometimes.