This wouldn't be the first time Steve had cooked for her, but she could certainly count the number of times quite easily, they were so few in number compared to her own daily ventures in the kitchen. It was sweet that he was going to do so now, though, and she appreciated his efforts immensely, even if she couldn't express her gratitude as thoroughly as she'd like.
"Our kitchen," she repeated, smiling despite the way she felt physically. It hadn't been that long since she'd move into the apartment with him, and it was still nice to hear the spaces referred to that way. "You'd better not make the soup too good, or I'll start expecting you to cook more often."
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Date: 2017-02-13 03:40 am (UTC)"Our kitchen," she repeated, smiling despite the way she felt physically. It hadn't been that long since she'd move into the apartment with him, and it was still nice to hear the spaces referred to that way. "You'd better not make the soup too good, or I'll start expecting you to cook more often."