"Mmm, seven up please," Emma laughed, "but most women wouldn't know what to do with a man that could actually cook well. I mean sure it's nice for a treat, but, can you imagine if you had to be dependant on someone else to do anything long term?" She shuddered a little, "Urgh, not my idea of fun, I expect all chores to be shared equally, along with the bills, and the pleasures!"
She turned the steaks, and set them back under the grill, just a few more minutes now, "Besides, Ang and Alec share their chores and their happier tasks, Alec even changes nappies, which I think is really sweet. Lots of men wouldn't." She snickered, "But why should the woman do it all? Of course at that point I suspect you'd probably rather cook all the time, yes?"
The grin was broad and teasing as she tasted the sauce, and decided it was ready. With a sudden flurry of activity warmed plates appeared, along with a green salad, and a tub of soured cream and another of grated cheese. "Dinner's almost done, come sit down."