A rich laugh spilled from him, “Oh I wasn’t implying that you couldn’t pay for your own groceries, just that I want to buy them for you. You know, to assist in your recovery from the trauma.” Winking he snagged the basket and set it into his cart.
Offering his arm to her, the other hand on the handle of the cart ready to push them towards the cashier. “Now the trickier question,” he paused to admire the blush that was returning to her alabaster skin and he got distracted. Blinking, grinning, and letting out a small laugh he continued, “I can not cook. Well that is a lie, I’m sorry. I can not cook well. However,” looking at her basket, “it appears that you can. MY question is, do we stay in and you teach me what you were planning on cooking? Or I take you out somewhere, anywhere of your choice/” Another dashing smile was flashed her way.