"Remains to be seen," John acknowledged with a tip of his head and another flirty smile even as he clicked the burner on, tossed a bit of butter in the pan and waited for it to warm. "Might all just be pretense."
There was something he rather liked about how at home she made herself. Not that many people just made a spot their own when they'd barely been there before - was it sheer confidence, or just something she acted out well?
"Not everyone can be a culinary genius," he said, a sarcastic boast because his skills didn't go beyond any kind of basic. Lamb chops would never, ever be on the menu.