"I don't think I've ever had home made biscotti," she said, "Are you sure?" she added, before letting him take the mugs. She led the way through the apartment and out to the balcony, holding the door for him.
"I try. I'm not really any good at it though. Or any...cooking actually. But I'm getting better. It's nice isn't it? It's got a whole thing with optimal temperatures or something, I don't really know, but it looked so cute."