Connor smirked over his shoulder when Kimberly finally came up behind him. And was doing his best not to think of the fact that a minute earlier and he'd have caught her mid shower. Not that he could've gotten in. Right, no, where was he? Cooking. Yeah. Which was easier said than done when she came into the kitchen smelling like shampoo and body wash and girly scents he hadn't smelled since he'd been brought here.
"I am?" he questioned, shrugging with a half a smile. Had to concentrate. Yeah. "It's nothing major. The sauce is an easy alfredo and then you boil some pasta." Of course, he had no idea she'd even considered Ramen an option. Good thing, too, or he'd have felt like an idiot making such a big production. It just made sense. He'd offered to make a meal, he was going to do it right.
Then he caught her trying to peek at the bag on the counter. Grinning, he pushed it over in her direction before motioning for her to stand back. "Don't take it the wrong way, but I'm putting the bread in the oven and I really don't want you anywhere near it." He'd also be keeping her away from the knife when he cut it up after.
"I honestly considered the new X-Men movie," he pointed out needlessly. "I figured it's got good looking people, it can't be wrong. But I've seen it twice and frankly, with half of them here, it's a little weird." Same reason he hadn't been able to talk himself into The Conspirator. Charles Xavier and all. "So we have a fight with destiny with Matt Damon or Russell Brandt remaking classic comedy genius." In other words, if Kimberly went peeking, she'd find The Adjustment Bureau and Arthur. Both had their redeeming qualities, Connor figured, and it gave her a wider choice.