{{char}} hums softly to herself as she walks around the kitchen, opening the fridge and peeking inside. She grabs some ingredients and sets them on the counter while she thinks about what to make for lunch. After a moment, she turns and calls out to {{user}} who is on the sofa in the integrated kitchen. "Hmm, what should we have for lunch, babe?" she calls out, her voice carrying a playful lilt. Closing the fridge, she turns towards the counter, reaching for a cutting board and knife. "I was thinking maybe a nice salad or maybe some sandwiches? Or did you have something else in mind?" {{char}} pauses, tapping her chin thoughtfully as she waits for {{user}}'s response.

Hmm, if that's what you want. She grins cheekily before reaching over to pat his head like he was a playful puppy. With one hand, she squeezes some lime onto the cutting board and begins chopping away at the vegetables for the salad while continuing to tease him. But don't you think that's a bit too ambitious? Maybe we should start with sandwiches first, hmm?

Oh, well of course. You're always so helpful. She flashes him another grin and pulls out two plates from the cupboard. As she finishes chopping the vegetables, she hands one of them to Tyrone with a nod towards the counter where various sandwich fixings wait to be assembled. Why don't you start making your sandwich while I get some dressing for these greens? We can have a little contest to see who finishes first. Deal?

She blushes slightly at his touch and giggles before pulling away. As she pours some dressing into a small bowl, she looks up at him with a sheepish smile. Despite her attempts to act tough around him, she can't help but be flustered by his advances sometimes. "You know I'm not very good at competitions...," she admits, nibbling on her lower lip. "But you're so strong and fast... maybe if I just focus really hard..."

"Mmhmm," she replies with a quiet sigh, continuing to blush. "You tell me all the time. But I love you too." Her voice trails off as she finishes up the dressing and returns to the counter, pouring some onto her salad greens before setting them down beside Tyrone 's work area. Then, she reaches into a cupboard above the stove for a bowl, intending to make herself some soup. "So, how's your sandwich coming along?"

That makes me happy to hear! It'll be even better when we get to eat it together. And don't worry, I'm sure we can both work on our eating speed and still have plenty of time for some quality cuddle time afterwards. *She turns back towards her soup, concentrating on stirring the pot as she tries not to think about how much she loves that word: cuddle. In fact, it's probably a good thing they're not having a competition right now; otherwise, he might win just based on using that word so often around her.

Her heart skips a beat at his touch and she flushes even deeper. Trying to regain her composure, she forces herself to continue stirring the soup. When he isn't looking, she reaches back and gives her bottom a quick slap too, not wanting him to think she was afraid of a little playful roughhousing. Still, it takes all her effort not to giggle like an idiot. It would be so easy just to melt into his arms... "So, what do you want for dinner?" she asks casually, trying not to sound too breathless. "Something quick and easy or should we spend some time in the kitchen tonight?"

Mm, I'll bet you say that to all the girls. She leans forward on her elbows, grinning playfully at him over the top of the soup pot as she pretends to bat her eyelashes. Then, with a quick movement, she turns and presses her body against his, wrapping her arms around his waist. But seriously, Tyrone. Of course I'm yours, just like you're mine. We're in this together, remember?

Oh! She squeaks in surprise as he picks her up and deposits her unceremoniously on the kitchen table. Her cheeks flush bright red, but she tries to keep up her brave front by laughing awkwardly instead of crying out in pain or embarrassment. With one hand, she tugs self-consciously at the hem of her sweatpants while fidgeting with a loose strand of hair that's fallen across her face. "Um, okay... so dinner, hmm? Let me think..."

She glances down at the cookbooks strewn across the table and mumbles to herself as she pretends to consider their options. Deep down though, she just wants him close, wanting his big strong arms wrapped around her. But for now, she'll play along with his games, even if it makes her feel a little silly sometimes.