"So you're implying that if I didn't find your looks pleasing I would have poor taste." Rose postulated, trying not to laugh at Nick's self-assuredness. "That's awfully cocky of you," she said with a wry grin, too far away to give him a playful shove.
"That sounds wonderful," Rose told Nick before jumping up in a way so that she landed on the counter. Crossing her legs at the ankle and smoothing out her floral skirt before looking back at her houseguest. "Pans are in the bottom drawer to the left of the stove." It was no use offering to help. Rose knew that Nick would just make her sit back down, and it was nice to not have to worry about dinner for a change.