( he spins her, her hair splaying out as she twirls in place, and she finds herself a little breathless, laughing, as she settles back down, leaning up against his side. he looks cute with that apron tied snug around his waist, and when he pulls away from her embrace, her hands find entertainment in toying with the apron strings, tugging softly every so often. )

Don't kill me, I can't even make toast. ( she holds those hands up, palms facing him, in mock surrender; she's admittedly interested, but really only because he's enthusiastic about showing her. 'brown but not too brown' is about as helpful as gibberish to kimberly. ) But it does smell good, so I'll trust Joe on this one.

( to his question on a drink, kimberly just smiles again, shaking her head a little more softly this time. )

I'm okay, really. I can wait until we eat.