Easton was probably a bit too business-minded at times. Occasionally it took some focus for him to remember to stop thinking so technically, though he had gotten better at that over the years. "Well, something to consider for the future, then," he grinned lightly. It was never too early to start thinking about what you might want to do in the future, after all. East did it fairly often in his downtime, plotting out what might come next, after Halcyon, after finishing his masters... He was more planner than one to go with the flow, but that was a given when you were as cerebral as he tended to be.
If she was going to cook and clean up, the he figured the least he could do was carry the dishes to the sink and clear the table, tucking all of those condiments back away that she'd brought out for him. It, like standing when she left the table, was simply the way he was raised - between his mother and his grandfather, Easton had been groomed to be quite the gentleman from the time he was very young. "Oh I'm simply calling it quits for now," he assured her, "I'll never refuse a plate of leftovers." That was rude as well and they just couldn't have that, now could they? As for pie, he still had plenty of room for that. "I suppose I might be adventurous and have a bit of both."
He moved back to take a seat at the little island while the cleaning up was finished and Ita moved to retrieve the pie. It did smell delicious and, from what he could see as she cut slices for each of them, it looked quite interesting. Easton moved to get the ice cream and the whipped cream from the fridge/freezer nearby, so that by the time she carried the pie over to where he sat, she wouldn't have to worry about fetching them as well. "It looks quite good," he complimented, dressing his a bit with the ice cream and what not before he started in on it. "And it tastes better than it smells, nicely done," he added.