Isabelle was beaming at him again. She was barefoot too, for once clad in nothing more extravagant than a simple t-shirt that hung loosely on her slim frame, and some really nice pants.

'Really nice' meaning they hugged her in all the right ways.

"No, but you can try to distract me if you'd like." Okay, she still wanted to get the food done, but did he know how nice it was to see him here like this? "There's not much to do anymore, anyway. Mostly it just needs to sit and boil for a while."