The question gives him pause. Rumlow stands, relatively still as he tries to remember, as if moving my somehow impair his thoughts. Eventually, he turns to her and shakes his head, looking a mix of disappointed and a bit frustrated. He really looks forward to having his memory back -- though, disconcerting thought, what if it doesn't return?

Rumlow refuses to think that and instead gives Kenzi a slight shrug.

"Probably," he remarks, "Or at least in part." Rumlow gets the distinct impression that cooking is a lot of trial and error. He turns and leans against the counter, now that the prep is complete, they just have to wait for the noodles to become al dente.

"Take it you don't remember cooking much?" he asks, deciding to continue the conversation in getting to know his wife.