His smiles always caught her right in the belly, because Donny knew it was her that had facilitated a little of the change in him. She made Mitch happy. And that made her happy in return. She wasn't used to it yet, but she liked it and... "...fuck!" she cursed with a scowl as Donny moved back from the pan so that the now flaming oil didn't singe her hair and eyebrows. At least her reactions were still good, even if her attention required a good talking to, and she dragged the first pan onto the second, exterminating the flame even before the fire alarm could register it.
Then she looked over at Mitch, who was simply watching her. "I don't know," she said with a shake of her head, "I feel...strange. Not myself," though looking him over was giving her butterlies in places she usually had entirely under control and Donny wasn't sure she liked it. Too bad.
She stalked across the kitchen and pushed Mitch back-first against the counter, her hands ripping open his t-shirt as she moved to kiss him. "I don't need breakfast," Donny told him. "I need you. "