She beamed at him, the praise encouraging the only honest reaction she'd given him since meeting, as fleeting as it was. She smiled happily to herself as she pulled drawers out, finding little but rust but determined to prove how useful she was.

It was so refreshing, to have a real traumatic experience to bond around that she didn't even have to orchestrate! Now if only some crazed lunatic burst in and tried to kill them both, and she and John could take him down together and then laugh nervously over his body--

"No forks," She said, breaking herself from her happy train of thought. "But..." She pulled out a rolling pin, and held it up.