"Sounds fair." Jerome nodded, finishing up cleaning the last plate, wondering if Oliver would interfere if he would start cleaning the dishes Oliver would use to make the sandwiches. Technically, he shouldn't. Oliver had been the one telling him he shouldn't clean when he had already cooked, which, admittedly, he had already done, but Jerome's hands started to prickle a bit when he observed Oliver pulling out ingredients. He really was not used watching other people make their food in a kitchen he was also using, and his hands automatically wanted to grab all the stuff and make it on his own, but Jerome himself knew how ridiculous this sentiment was. It was also the first time he actually noticed that this was apparently a thing. This attitude felt normal when interacting with his children, because it equalled a family tradition, but Oliver was technically almost still a stranger.
He arched a brow at himself and then decided to start making the iced coffee to hinder himself at just having to stare at Oliver doing stuff he would rather do himself, leaving the water in the sink for now and grabbing the stuff he needed, checking the clock on his phone which was more than a convenient addition, learning that he had approximately still five minutes left before the cake was done.
"Plates are there.", he pointed at a certain shelf, turning around during his coffee preparations. "Silverware there, and utensils there." Was it weird that he already knew so well? It wasn't even the Zenith kitchen which he already knew like his own.
When Oliver continued talking, Jerome frowned for a heartbeat when he mentioned being cooped up in winter for so long already, reminding him at the fact that Oliver already had been here for a long time. An angered sentiment of not wanting to stay this long, still lingering around the effort to somehow cope with the fact that he couldn't do anything about it, tried to surface for a second, but today, Jerome had himself way better under control than the last time they had met. The sentiment didn't surface, Jerome suppressed it, and concentrated on the actual suggestion instead, which sounded nice indeed.
"We can definitely do that. I'm not a big fan of winters anyway." He flashed Oliver an approving smile before checking the clock again. Timing had to be on point with everything involving a liquid chocolate core.