Something twinges deep in her chest at the smile he gives her, endeared by his almost puppy-like eagerness. This is such a drastically different side of him than the one everyone sees outside of this building that she can't help the temptation to see more of it.

She actually doesn't know what's next; she'd half-expected him to disappear down to the workshop for a while. But then her lips curl into a feline smirk, and she responds maybe just a hint gleefully, "Why, breakfast dishes, of course -- sweetheart."