He says the kitchen has no hands or feet, and Raleigh's brows furrow, wondering where, exactly he was going with that, and he invites her over and she can't stop the way laughter bubbles from her lips. She doesn't realise he's flirting, she just thinks he's being nice - but she laughs anyway, because--

"Coop, that is the weakest leap of logic I've ever heard. Did you even try?" She leans her chin on her hand as she looks at him, and she leans forward and snags another piece of mango that's escaped and is sitting on one of the cutting boards and pops it in her mouth. "You cook, I bring as many napoleans as you're willing to eat without putting your hard work at risk-" Because yes, she had seen what he looks like, thanks, she's not blind, "and it's a deal. Experiments and cooking and I get to see more of my one true love. Your kitchen." She paused, looking down at them for a second. "And your dogs. What can I say, I'm not a one-love sort of girl, Lucy's pretty much stolen my heart and run off with it already."