Autumn dropped her arms as he stepped away from her, wondering what exactly it was that he thought she might be talking about. She narrowed her eyes at him curiously.
...Then it hit her what it was that she could be talking about. If she was thinking on the same wavelength as him, she had to be honest with herself; he'd had that for a while. And since she was jumping to conclusions (because she always did a fantastic job of doing so), that definitely didn't make her feel encouraged to tell him how she truly felt anytime soon. Great.
"Alright then." She looked down at her feet, and saw the towel on the counter out of the corner of her eye. She slipped off the counter through that little gap of space between him and the counter, then grabbed the towel to hang it up on the oven handle. She needed to do something to prevent herself from looking at him, and that was the first thing she found to accomplish that task. "Dinner'll be your gift then." There. Simple as that.