That smack does a little bit more than make her jump. Why you gotta go and make her regret bringing up dinner, Rumlow? She wants to hear him make more noises like that when she decides to actually be a brat. Now her mind is all kinds of occupied as he gets to work in the kitchen. She really lucked out with this guy.

"You love it." More snickering as she leans against the counter, jutting her hip out and as she watches him closely. He's good with a knife. She makes note of that right away. Amateur chef much? She wonders what else he can make, reaching for one of the little bowls to grab a piece of zucchini to snack on.

"I mean, I guess so. Gotta trust in your sauce to veggie ratio." She is never forgetting about the complete disregard for shells! You will NEVER live that down! Kenzi grabs the box and hands it over, peering into the bubbling pot from a safe distance. "Aren't you gonna add salt or something?" She vaguely remembers... someone... adding salt before cooking pasta. Maybe her mom? She can't tell. It doesn't stick.

Kenzi turns so her back is to the counter, next to the stove, and pushes herself up to perch on the edge so she can have a front row seat. Wait. She scoots over just a bit to avoid any splash-back because she is not all about adding burns to all her cuts and bruises today.