Joel is, in fact, only a few steps behind Spencer, though he doesn't seem to know it and he arches a brow as he nudges the front door open with his hip and overhears Spencer telling Raleigh she needs to hide food from him. Closing the door behind him with his foot, he wanders into the kitchen, a bag of groceries in his arms before he takes a deep breath, inhaling the scents of Raleigh's baking. He's a pretty decent baker, he knows this, but he's nowhere near as good as she is and he's more than happy to hand over that job to her if it means he gets to benefit from it.

"As I recall, I'm not the one who ate all the ice cream in my freezer," he comments mildly, setting the groceries down and trying to bite back his amused smile. The bag he's brought is filled to the brim with the ingredients he needs to cook dinner for them both, pleased to finally have people to cook for instead of just settling in to dinner on his own. He's always loved cooking -- it reminds him of mixing potions in a lot of ways -- and he's far better at it than most people expect, but for at least the time being it seems like the kitchen is out of his control.

"In case I wasn't clear, it was Spencer who ate all the ice cream," he adds a second later, leaning in to press a quick kiss to his cheek, though his face flushes to be doing so in front of Raleigh.