Tracey shrugged her coat off and handed it to him along with her scarf with a smile when he offered. "Lemon chicken risotto." She answered quickly, moving across his kitchen like she'd been there a thousand times to grab a couple of plates from where he stored them. She just remembered from the last time she'd been there.
She set the plates on the table. "Well, you're sure it won't break out into hives if we have the ones I made then." She joked, picking up the containers and setting them on the table as well. "That may not turn out too well. I'm a healer, not an architect."
Seriously it had only taken a couple of short minutes to set the table and she sat down, finally looking at him and his questionable sweater with a bit of a warm smile. Merlin, she did not give warm smiles to people.