James shrugged, "Nothing wrong with left over pizza," he loved cold pizza, and wondered for a moment if she remembered that, but of course she did.
He grinned and headed over to his datapad to send a note to the guys and then came back into kitchen and finished chopping the tomatoes. Pouring them into a pan and adding various spices - James didn't cook with any sort of rhyme or reason, and so he went about adding things without measuring or really even looking. "It was nice, though my fingers are itching to get into that workroom, especially now that it's all set. But, I know!" He stopped, "I know, I promised, no tinkering this week. And I keep my promises," he gave her a quick smirk and stuck out his tongue.