It was almost weird how comfortable it felt to take her hand and let her lead him to the kitchen. When she did that, it felt like something they'd done every day. And ought to do every day after that. A small, discreet smile crossed his face as he followed her.
"You know," he began, feeling the comforting feeling of a warm kitchen settle over him, "we really ought to get you singing more now. It's a small company, they could use the extra voice."