"Ha, ha," Gus said, giving her a very gentle shove, "Only when necessary, thanks. And if that's not specific enough, only if you see me posting sad songs I found on YouTube on my Facebook."
He was hip enough to navigate both things, but they were superfluous at best. Gus really didn't know how his kids wasted so much time with either.
"So any plans on this fine chilly evening?" he asked her. He refrained from asking about any hot dates she might want to share with him - Gus was pretty sure she would have by now if she'd wanted to, "I'm thinking movie night if you don't have any, and I might even let you bake in my house," he raised a hand, putting on a faux-bashful face, "No, no, don't thank me. It's the least I can do."
He really wanted things better between them, and in the interest of being less of a mope, filling in the usual banal silence with movies and wisecracks sounded pretty great.
"Seriously, though. I think I'm finally ready to learn how to make something that isn't microwaved or grilled. You game?"