Rogue takes a seat at that small table, setting down the white box off to the side of it before shrugging off the damp hoodie. Thankfully the layers beneath are mostly dry - she hangs it off the back of her chair and hopes the warmth from the kitchen will help it dry off too, at least by the time she has to leave. Her gloves are just as damp, but there's no helping them unfortunately.

Grinning at his reaction, she provides, "I'll take one of them off your hands then, sugar. If you don't mind." Her nerves could sure use it after the day she'd had. Usually she's more of a bourbon girl, but she'll take what she can get. "Everything smells delicious, by the way. Thanks for inviting me."

Sure, she'd already said it over text, but this is something that warrants being said again. In person. He can't know how much it means to her.