"I guess that means I have to let you go," she concedes with a sigh that's only half-played up for jokes. It helps that he kisses her like she's precious to him, that he seems reluctant to leave her even though she knows he's probably raring to go find something he deems acceptable. "Oh alright. Go on, then. I'll have dinner ready when you get home. And no," she adds, holding up her hand to forestall any smart comment he might try to make, "I won't be cooking. I'll probably just go visit the Ortizes down the block."