Scarlett took a bite of her sandwich as he spoke, looking up at him. A frown came across her face at his questions. "[color=ec008c]My cooking skills are well enough thank you very much. You don't stay with me between jobs, so you'd not see me cook meals. You want a good homecooked meal, grab some groceries and make sure the next room we have has a kitchen in it, and I'll cook you a meal so fine you'll be drooling for weeks over it.[/color]" She told him after swallowing her food. Her tone was one of distaste, of defense, and even a little hurt. She even turned herself around to look out the window.