"Sounds good," he replied. He pushed off of the door and turned on his heel to walk toward the kitchen. "Maybe you can teach me a thing or two."
As his footsteps receded down the hallway, he listened for hers to follow. He opened a cupboard to look and see what was actually in the kitchen that wasn't coffee, cereal, or sandwich related. He had honestly never taken the time to look.
"What kind of specialty you got? Fornell used to make Italian food, pasta's pretty easy."