I tap my fingers on the table as I watch her work in the kitchen. It looks like she is super aware of my piercing eyes.

"Do you... have any special dishes I can do for you?" She asks, looking nervous.

I shake my head. "No, just make whatever you want. I'll eat it."

"Do you have any allergies?"

"No."

"What about a diet plan?"

"Not in a million years. Like I said, you can make what you want."

"Ooh." She looks down at her feet. "The thing is that I don't eat food that much so I hardly cook at home."

I take a long look at her. "You...