While she worked on the lettuce, Daimon continued dicing, and once he was finished, slid the cutting board full of vegetables over to her, and leaned forward to take a look at her efforts. Rubbing his chin, Daimon took on an exaggerated seriousness, assessing the shredded leaves with such precision. "Hm," he hummed drawing back to glance at her with a perfectly arched brow. "Not bad, amateur. Not bad at all." Gripping her chin, Daimon drew her close to capture her lips for a praising kiss. He grinned as he’d done so, staring into her eyes after he drew back. This was something...couples did, wasn’t it? Real couples. They cooked together. With fear of sounding cheesy, Daimon kept the thought to himself and gestured toward the vegetables. “Feel free to mix those in,” he said, reaching for the salad fork and spoon to help her. Watching her briefly, he turned his attention to the chicken ready to be seasoned.