Seeing him offer a bite of his dessert, she traded forks with him, some brownie for her bittersweet torte in ganache. "That's really good, Luke. Some days, I think it should be allowed to just skip the main course and order two desserts."
She laughed and looked at him with her evil and superior expression. "Yes, it's required, all men residing in my domicile must do the dishes in a frilly apron. Rule I just made up." Jessica did scrunch up her nose at wearing a pink apron, but went along with it. Jokes on him, she only used the kitchen to make coffee and nuke food.
"Your deposit? That'll be easy, Winestead's easily bribed by a case of his preferred cigarettes. Or I can find dirt to black mail him into coughing up the check." She smirked and sipped her wine to clean her tongue for the next bit of heavenly dessert.