"Mm yeah. I hope you have a day job, because I bet they don't pay you very much to be a superhero right?" She almost wished she could stop giggling so much - it was clearly giving her away. "Sending you paychecks would kind of give away your secret identity." She looked at him seriously. "And yeah. You could be Super Cook. But I think you're also Super Nice Guy, which is great because you get a whole bunch of powers. Cooking, super-memory, empathy..." her eyes gleamed. "And, most important of all, the ability to always put a smile on everyone's face." She paused for a moment, debating on whether to say what she was thinking, the murmured quietly, "especially mine."