*chirps* Twenty-nine is not twenty-something, Jackie. It's practically thirty already. *thoughtfully* I think you could work the classroom thing, though. *beams suddenly* You'd be the hot grown-up student, see, and all the twenty-somethings would want a piece of you—and you could tell them, 'no thanks, I already have a pretty young thing waiting for me at home'. *pause* Not that I'm pretty, per se? But you know what I mean.
*almost laughs to hear the reluctance in your voice (maybe he could get away with suggesting they just stay in all weekend, after all?)* *considers* Hm. I don't know, what do you like? *brightening* Or, hey, just grab some random ingredients and I'll figure something out. I love experimenting. But seriously, whatever you want, I'll make it.