Sam's eyebrows shot up at her response, "Really now? I don't know if that'll work now that you've told me." He pointed out.
Reluctantly, he pushed away from the counter again, dumped the collinder of pasta into the pot of sauce, tossed it and separated it onto two plates, delicately laying the slices of chicken on top. He grabbed the two plates of salad from the fridge where he'd left them chilling and carried it all to the dining room table, waiter style and jerked his head to indicate that she should follow. "Dinner's ready."