"Absolutely," Dylan said. She was on her feet a bare second after him, ushering him out of the room ahead of her. "Why don't we head down to the kitchen? I haven't had breakfast yet, and I'm like ninety-nine percent sure you haven't either. I'm no chef but I can manage something that won't kill either of us, if you think you could eat a little. Or at the very least, I am super great at making coffee. I basically live on it so I had to get good or I'd be miserable all the time." She could cook some, but she'd never put a ton of learning into it - on a tiny budget food consisted of a lot of rice and eggs, and she stocked up on frozen veggies when they went on sale for cheap.
"How do you feel about biscuits?" she asked him. "I've got a recipe for easy biscuits. Which, coincidentally, is what my mother called making a lot of money really fast. Easy biscuits."