As it was Peter in the kitchen, she felt free to continue with her hands-free cooking acts – namely, several spoons stirring in various pots without human intervention – to leave her hands free to hug her soon-to-be husband.
"Mm, yummy," she said as she nuzzled him back, approving highly of his offering, as she had launched straight into dinner food and hadn't even considered breakfast.
"I know you're perfectly capable of cutting things, you could slice the veggies," she continued, letting go with one arm to snag the coffee mug near her, which she passed to him. It wasn't the Petrelli Tar Pits of Coffee that Nathan made, which she admittedly had developed a taste – or maybe a lack of taste now due to seared tastebuds – for, but it was a compromise between that and coffee that others in the hotel would drink.