So good! [She doesn't need much for her to get comfortable with him, on his couch, in his house. Maybe because she feels so welcomed here, by him.

Worth the tongue burn. She takes care of that with beer, her plate balanced on her knee.] Herbs or not, it's still a pretty kickass sandwich. You're a pretty kickass cook...[A thought crosses her mind.] Maybe you could teach me -- I can cook, but mostly van food.