She can't stop the way she just sort of... blooms, when he says he was waiting for her most of the day. It's not on purpose, the way that she smiles to herself and stands up a little straighter, unable to stop the smile that curves at the corners of her mouth, not that she wants to - she doesn't even realise she does it.

"I can bake again, so we're baking. Both of us." She says it like it's a matter of fact, like it's just how things are now. "You are making cookies, I am making you something special, and then both of us are just going to get fat and it'll be awesome."

She sets down her bag, and starts to unpack it - tupperwares of flours and sugars, some of the spices that Bonnie gave her because she's one of the loveliest people that Raleigh's met, butter that goes on the counter and cream that goes in the fridge. "Sound good to you?"