She follows him, eyebrows raising in surprise. "Chicken stroganoff? I didn't know you could cook."

Or that he'd been learning... She kicks herself for not noticing. She was supposed to be better than this. Everything has made her soft, apparently. She was supposed to be better than this. Sighing, she shakes her head as she sits down at the bar.

"I'm sorry. I haven't been the best company lately."

And he's taken good care of her regardless. If he wasn't there she probably would have just sat around and felt sorry for herself, eating peanut butter sandwiches when she had to. This is better. Definitely. She pokes at her food for a moment before spearing a piece of chicken and beginning to eat.

His question takes her by surprise. She looks up at him curiously. Part of her wants to question it but she knows it's a good idea. They can't let themselves go too far, just in case things change again. Finally, she nods.

"Sure. That's a good idea."