Most people tended to gravitate towards the store-bought option, which she'd done countless times herself, but with a lot of free time came improved cooking skills that she figured she might as well try out. In a way, he was sort of like her baking guinea pig - not that she'd tell him that, obviously. "It's becoming a lost art, I guess," she quipped with a shrug.
Hannah followed him into the kitchen, mentally comparing his to her own modest-sized one - even though they were on the same floor, her apartment's layout was a lot more scattered and disorganized. "Soda would be good, thanks." The hint of a smile tugged at her lips when her gaze fell on the sandwiches and the set table, since relaxed lunches were far more in her realm than formal things. "Your apartment is nice, by the way. Very..." She trailed off, trying to find the right word. "Modern." Did that even make sense? Maybe she should have gone with 'classy.' Well, hopefully he'd realize it was meant as a compliment either way.