"Then maybe you can cook for me next time," she teases, scooting her chair in a bit and twisting her hair back over one shoulder before reaching for her fork. Keys' next words take her a little by surprise and she blushes a little, looking over at him with a softly pleased expression. He might just mean it because of all the help and the home-cooked meal, but it makes her feel nice.

"I'm glad I met you, too," she assures him, looking at him from under her lashes for a moment before looking down at her plate and spearing some food onto her fork just for something to do with her hands. "Now, eat before it gets cold."