"Nothing I can't handle," he assured her, shooing her out of the kitchen area and blocking what he'd already done with his body, "No peeking! I'll just be another minute."
He emerged a few minutes later with a plate stacked with grilled cheeses, all of them cut differently. Squares, triangles, crusts, no crusts. He was sort of going overboard, but he'd never had anyone over, and some part of him wanted it to be a positive experience for both parties involved. Just so he could have at least one good memory to associate with the damned place.
"Surprise," he said dryly, having a seat on one end of the couch. He helped himself to one of the sandwiches that hadn't been sliced at all and took a bite. It was hard to mess up a grilled cheese, and he hadn't, so all was well, "Better eat up before those dragons show up. Just a matter of time."