Onyxx chuckled, reaching around behind her and closing the laptop. "Yes, I can cook. I felt that a leader should cook for himself, so I learned." He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her on the forehead, then tucked her head under his chin gently. "I've gotten pretty good at it, too."
And with that he grinned, wrapped one arm under her legs, and then picked her up and carried her over to the table. He deftly pushed a chair out for her and sat her down there, and then poured each of them a glass of milk. "Well," he said, pulling his chair up near hers and sitting down, "dig in!"
And with any luck, she wouldn't realize he hadn't started his story yet! Which was not at all what he was trying to do here. Noooo.