"Sorry, no, it's just, usually I'm the one doing the cooking," she replied, finally managing a quiet laugh. "I liked the flowers, by the way. The crowd was going crazy."
"Wait, a what-" but she didn't get beyond that before she was being gently guided inside. "Ugh, and I'm still in my work clothes," she muttered in Spanish under her breath. She was still holding the sword, though, and definitely not leaving.
She kept looking around at his home, because it was really perfect for him, wood and fur everywhere. Not too overdone, which she appreciated in a house. It looked like somewhere you could live.
Well shit. She swallowed and looked up at him, probably looking very similar to a deer in the headlights. "Uhm," she said, feeling very clever. "Well. I mean. Can you really blame me? I acted like an idiot. I was embarrassed."