She smirked at him. "Which fairy tale do you think I'm from? Maybe you'd rather be dating a fairy godmother..." She realized that she had said the D word and went a little pink, hoping he might not have noticed.
Escaping into the kitchen made it easier for her to avoid any awkwardness. At least, of course, until he followed her in. "I thought you might like some dinner." She opened the cabinet and peered into the fridge, tisking lightly. "Or maybe first we could go grocery shopping together." She figured, by the looks of his simple food items, that he rarely made a fuss about eating.