Her only response to the comment about pressure was a sultry, playful smile.
She tasted her spaghetti and nodded in pleasure. It was just how she liked it - how her mother loved to make it. "Well, I think the sofa's comfortable to sleep on, but most people seem to disagree. Then again, I can usually sleep just about anywhere."
Now that she thought about it, it made sense that George could cook a little at least. For people to want to eat Canary Creams and Skivving Snackboxes, they'd have to at the very least taste good. "I'm glad you took her lessons to heart. My Mum tried to teach me, but I was a terrible student, almost as bad as at school." Another bite, and she thought to try for some teasing, almost as if to gauge his response. "Though I wonder what kind of breakfast your mum taught you to make. Pancakes? French toast? Fruit in a cup?"