"That sounds great," she murmurs, still all up in space. And when he takes her hands, she smiles. It's not her usual impish grin, either. This is a softer sort of variety of smile, a little rusty from disuse, but sincere and feminine and making her look years younger.

"But just so you know, I don't invite just anybody here. And I certainly don't leave my children with somebody I don't completely and utterly trust. So."

She winks at him, and then pulls back slowly, the tips of her fingers lingering against his. Turning back to the stove, she allows herself a moment to grin like a madwoman, and even giggle a little to herself. Yup. He's into it and she's going for it.