"Oh, yeah, definitely," Gus laughed, clapping her on the shoulder, "I smell like a gym bag, I've gotta hit the showers myself. Meet around my place when you're done?"
He still felt it wasn't entirely appropriate for an elected official to just invite young women over to his place, but it was completely innocent, so he didn't let it get to him. Live a little, right? And who else was there to teach him to bake? He, personally, couldn't think of a better teacher.
"We'll rendezvous at my place," he said, heading towards the men's locker room, "See you soon!"
Gus was glad to see that his place wasn't in shambles when he got home. There were some dead soldiers on the coffee table, but he swept them into the trash and the place was presentable again. He made himself busy while he waited for Lou to arrive, grabbing what seemed like important baking materials out of the pantry, and he pulled out the big ass box of sea salt. Huh. He hadn't told Lou the story about Marion and her uncanny ability to pick useful items seemingly at random.