He laughs, and then shrugs. "My foster dad needed help in the kitchen in recent years, so it's just been normal to me. We couldn't really afford to go out to eat or order in much, anyway. It doesn't feel like it's that special a skill to me, but it's not like I'm a chef, either. But if you want pasta or pancakes, I'm your guy."

She might think it clarifies, but it doesn't. Baby takes a turn into the street that hosts Blaze, wishing this wasn't something she'd asked; or at least not now. It reminds him of being in a car with Debbie and telling her how much he wants to but can't, and it's slightly overwhelming.

"Let's just - see how the evening goes, yeah?"