It's not empty compliment, at least not coming from someone who spends most of her time in a kitchen, and it gives him a rush of pleased satisfaction that shows in his smile. She's so genuine about it, about digging his kitchen, and it's sweet and even kind of sexy in a way Coop doesn't even question because he'd stopped questioning the things he'd found sexy in a person a long time ago. Her blush only makes his smile widen and when she looks away, so does he, just to give her that extra bit of privacy to recover from the embarrassment she doesn't need to feel.

"Nowhere to put my entire kitchen? You're going to have come better prepared next time." He shoots her a wink before opening the fridge and peering at what's inside, calling out random ingredients to her. "Okay, I've got... Christ, way too much. There's some romaine, baby tomatoes, grilled chicken, I know I've got salmon in the freezer. Pesto, fresh mozzarella, avocado." He leans back to arch an eyebrow at her with a devious smirk. "I've got grapes. I could feed you some grapes." He turns back to the fridge without waiting for an answer. "Or whatever, you can take a look in here if you want."

He shuts the door before taking a few steps closer to her and bending so that his elbows rest on the counter. "You're not doing nothing, you are existing and therefore providing me with much better company than the nobody I would have been eating with. That is definitely doing something."

It is, actually, because his dates don't usually stick around long enough for breakfast and that's not often a problem for anyone involved. He has enough friends in his contact list that ensure he's never actually wanting for company but Coop's always found it more exciting when he seems to click quickly with someone new.

"So right, nowhere to put the kitchen, where do you even live? I'm guessing it's not at the bakery, you don't sleep on this giant thing of dough?"