By the time they reached the kitchen and Kirley was smiling broadly. He went so far as to make an appropriately appreciative noise when she introduced him to the kitchen, as if she really were giving him some kind of extravagant tour of the house. This wasn’t going to be nearly as hard as he originally feared it might be, he thought. She was certainly easy to get along with thus far.
He took the seat beside hers, and sat the ice cream down between them, “You don’t have to be a professional to enjoy it,” he commented off-handedly, “For a long time, I actually had no intention whatsoever of going professional.” He pulled the top off of the carton while he was speaking, and pushed it a little further towards her, “Ladies first.”