Oh, I'd keep the door unlocked for you for that kind of thing. It's totally a fantasy I have still yet to fulfill, to come home in the morning to a bath and a bit of pampering.

[ It's not like they live in a place where she risk getting robbed, after all. Crouching, she gets some of the water in her bottle, holding it up to the sunlight for a moment, trying to catch any particles or irregularities. It's a little muddy, but nothing completely out of the ordinary, either.

She closes the bottle, straightening up and turning back to Vasquez. Stepping close, she looks up with a grin. ]

You'd cook for me?