"What do you think?" Irene asked, lightly tracing her fingertips along the small of Amaya's back, so casual as to maybe not have happened, in her quest to stow that overnight bag both handily and out of the way. "I figured I'd save us the dishes as well as the actual cooking."

Your culinary preferences were as convenient as they were adorable, Amaya.

(And Irene was privately pretty smug about sneaking skewered strawberries into the mix, after all.)