Gabi reached out and shrugged a shoulder. "Almost done," she told him, "but you can stick those in the microwave for thirty seconds if you want?" Because she appreciated the offer of help. She just wanted to cook, but her leg was killing her. She'd reached out to Garrett for a steroid injection and it seemed that he was willing to sort it for her so relief was imminent, but it didn't help her right now.
She tipped her head. "Mm, beer." She grinned at him and stirred the sizzling food again, watching smoke and steam curling upwards towards the extractor fan. "You're a godsend."