Since she didn't take his suggestion of sitting at the bar, and instead asked if he wanted to remain there or go back to her table, he guessed she wanted to go back to her table. It was fine with him, really, since it kept them out of the public eye for the most part. "We can go back there." He slid off his stool, taking her drink and holding it out to her, then grabbing his own and walking with her back toward the table.
"Doesn't have to be this Sunday, if the weekends are easier for you." He shrugged. It didn't really matter to him when she baked for him. All he really cared about was watching her behind while she moseyed around the kitchen and eating the products of said moseying.
He took a seat at the table after waiting for her to take her own seat, and then leaned on it again, lifting his drink to his lips. "Alright, now tell me what there is to do for fun around here. Other than the two bars I know of."