"I got it. Why don't you take this instead." I trade the bottle for two eggs.

She collects them and walks over to the counter, seemingly relieved that she didn't have to do much work.

I grab the remaining ingredients from the fridge and close the door before going to join her.

Once everything’s on the counter, I mimic her stance, with my hands on my hips. "Now what?"

She's so cute, standing like a little boss in the large kitchen.

I decide to let her do her own thing so she feels comfortable around me. She seems like a quiet girl, and if being in charge here gets her...