Luckily, the fish popped and crackled in the oil and Adelle turned her attention back to the pan. She flipped them carefully, eyes on the craft, but her mind still facing the other direction. Once they were flipped, she turned to open the fridge and grab a glass to pour some juice out for Oz. She smiled to herself, happy that she was able to hold out for this long. Sure, it wasn't so much of a step up from being her usual self, but they both still had pants on and they weren't actually making any physical contact. Just conversation, which in her eyes was a decidedly huge triumph. She spun to give him the drink, her wide smile never leaving her face.
"I'm actually feeling a lot better now. Just having company makes it a lot less scary. And the sound of the fish cooking is covering up all the crap happening outside. You didn't really have to come over, you know. But thanks." Adelle turned off the stove and plated the fish. She didn't grab a fork because she was totally expecting him to inhale it off of the plate. "So do you wanna sit at the dining table or in front of the tv? It's huge, and I hear it makes sports look amazing.