She found herself smiling again, first at the gentle teasing, and then more warmly at his offer to help. He knew more about setting up businesses than Rose did; he had to, given his own practice. She imagined that things might be a little different from real life, here in the City. No matter - she would welcome the help. But first, it made sense to her to strike out on her own and see what else there was in the City along those lines. Maybe she'd have some competition. Maybe she could join up with someone who was already doing the same things. She didn't know. It was all very new.
He was nice to watch. There was something very alluring about how he moved around in his own space. When he finally sat down, she quickly took up her own fork and knife and started in on the chicken. "You're an excellent cook," she said. "You've never made anything I didn't like." And after chewing the first bite, then swallowing, she added: "And your winning streak continues!"
She was sure she was getting the better end of the bargain, with this living situation. She loved the idea of waking up next to him every morning, but oh, she was a wretched cook and a horrible house keeper. His best chance for domestic bliss was if she found a job and found it quickly. She was going to try - she was going to try very hard - to be a good companion for him. She had her doubts... But then, he loved her... and she loved him.