"I'd ask you to prove it, but then you might get the wrong idea," she said, not quite able to hold back the grin. And there she went, forgetting her no flirting rule.
Jani's eyebrows shot up, and she held up her hands. "Whoa, wait, I must have missed the offer to cook for me. You're really taking this one-man welcoming committee job seriously. I hope they pay you enough." As if she believed he was paid at all or that it was an actual job, but she was enjoying the banter more than she thought she should. Life had been... a lot lately. This was a nice change of pace.
When he gestured to the table next to her, she scooted over a smidge, though there was plenty of room even without her doing so, and she motioned toward the spot in silent permission for him to join her. At least he hadn't given her shit for sitting on the tabletop and having her boots on the bench. "I can relate. I can't say I thought fun would be in the cards for me for a while." She probably shouldn't make vague comments like that; it wasn't like she wanted to talk about what had brought her here.