Rogue gave a little grin, tossing the towel into the sink. "Then Ah'll be here ta make it less lonely." She responded. When he let go of her hand, she moved to hop up on the counter on the other side of the sink, giving him room to work.
"Ah can't wait." She responded. "Though, it's not really mah tiramisu... it's ours."
She watched as he cooked. She kept him distracted, but not too distracted. She gave him company. It was what Rogue was best at.