“Leave?” Tate offered, he always forgot that some of his slang was so wildly lost on other people. He tried to keep it in mind, though he knew he failed sometimes entirely. Apparently now was one of those moments, and he had a sheepish smile to go along with it.
He knew the sounds of being put to work and he wasn’t even sad about it, instead he nodded his head and slipped off to do just as she had asked. After grabbing himself an apron and scrubbing his hands, he was back and actually inside the kitchen now. “What do I need to do? I’ve never really worked with pastries, so you might have to just tell me what you want done.” He figured so long as it wasn’t drastically different than his usual job… Well, he could get it done without any fuss. He could be helpful in a kitchen, even if it was just prep work he was picking up.
Tate still wanted to touch on the subject on potential pets, maybe even a job or something. Though with Melinda putting him to work… Well, he was going to hold off until he had helped. Once the rush was over, he’d ask. She had to open her door, which was more important than him and his ridiculous questions.