[Aaaand the last potato is done. She scoops the pieces into the bowl, looking up just in time to catch him stick his entire head into the cabinet—and then promptly turns her face away. No laughing allowed! Not after she was kind-of-sort-of rude.]

Maybe? [Hmm, the ceiling is so interesting!] I'm sure she can figure it out.

[Listening to him ramble on, she waits until he's found what he's looking for before directing her attention back to him. And... wow? That last line? As funny as it is to watch him crawl back out, her amused grin actually shrinks a bit.]

Don't say that. I'm positive that everything is going to taste great, and I really, really appreciate that you're cooking for me!

[So honest. So genuine.]