[ If he's surprised by her kisses - and he is, a little - he doesn't show it, but smile instead, leaning down for the kiss to last a moment longer. Then he straightens up and takes Kimberly's hand, twirling her once just because he can, and he grins when he lets her go, grabbing his apron again and putting it back on. ]

Okay, so the trick with the chicken is all in the batter. Joe - my foster dad - taught me how to make it. There's a secret ingredient to his recipe, but obviously, I can't tell you what it is, I'd have to kill you.

[ He gives her a look wit a half-smile, his eyebrows raised up high. With tongs, he places four pieces of chicken in the deep-fryer, keeping an eye on them as the oil sizzles loudly around them. ]

You want them brown but not too brown. Then it's to the oven for them to finish cooking. [ Leaning against the counter, he turns to Kimberly. ]

You cook? And - you sure you don't want something to drink? I've got wine, or Coke?