"I don't cook. My fridge is evidence." he said, knowing that inside his fridge was a bunch of take out cartons and tv dinners. Thing that were already prepared for himself.
He made a face when she got the batter on her finger and tried to back away some but she still managed to get it on his cheek. Trying to lick it off with his tongue to no avail he looked at her with a smile, "What happened to the girl that just wanted to clean the floor!"