Having been raised by one Molly Weasley, Bill had grown up appreciating being in the kitchen, often helping in cooking duties, what with being the eldest and all. He'd never seen it as a woman's task, per se, although for most of his life, women had cooked for him until he went off on his own.
He could have just taken Fleur out tonight, but he thought it would be more intimate if they stayed in for the evening instead. Besides, who else but Bill was making food directly from Egyptian recipes? The answer was likely several people, but he thought there was a much more personal touch and it gave them much, much more privacy.
Having said all of that, Bill was not the greatest cook in the world. He'd almost burned the rice, and he was having a bit of trouble mixing the tomato sauce. When he had it just right, there came the knock he'd been anticipating. Bill clapped his hands and lowered the heat. With a dish towel over his shoulder and his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, Bill answered the door with a bright grin. He hadn't forgotten this time, how beautiful she was, but she was always exceptionally beautiful and, so far, took him aback each time he saw her.
"Hi," he said, opening the door wider. He wiped his hands on the towel and stood there for a moment, wondering how to greet her, then inwardly said screw it and cupped her chin to lay a soft kiss to her sweet lips.