"Ha, right. As long as you don't mind your kitchen being destroyed, sure, I'll help." Wanda slid from her perch to stand behind him and wrap her arms around his waist from behind and press a kiss to the back of his neck. "Give me something easy to do and I can probably manage it," she said with more confidence than she usually would have felt in this situation. As long as she didn't go near the stove or oven, they were probably fine. Wanda wanted to believe that she at least had enough common sense that she wasn't completely inept in the kitchen.