You could almost see her light up at the proposition, definitely enjoying the prospect of showing him a thing or two in the kitchen. "I think we should make it a date," Isobel declared as she flipped her card over, continuing on with the rounds though she kept on lifting her gaze, taking little glances at him here and then. The bottle of Shiraz was soon gone, most of it having gone in Isobel's glass, and her cheeks were flushed as red as the wine she had drank.