He liked the way she smiled, and he liked it even better when she looked at him - although there was something intriguing about wondering what on earth was going through her mind to make her look like that when all she was doing was making tomato sauce. "Sounds like you could make quite a tour of it just seeing family," he said. "Just give me a couple week's notice, and I'll be happy to impose on your hospitality." He was mostly teasing; there was no way he could afford to head off to Italy for a holiday, unless he was going with an eye to picking up a second job. "Now ... these are ready for the pot, right?" He didn't see any seeds left.