"I would," Daimon smirked, moving around the counter. "I mean, I've thought about it. But then I realized," he pulled open the refrigerator and began pulling all kinds of things (mostly vegetables) out to set them on the tabletop, "that you'd probably expect it. And I'm all about surprises tonight." Casting Wanda a charming wink, he worked his away around the kitchen, so effortlessly as if he'd done this a million times over, pulling out everything he needed, until the kitchen looked like a working station. He rolled his sleeves up and washed his hands, turning around with a smirk still planted on his face while he panted his hands dry.