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Didi's happiness seems to be contagious, a small smile spreading across his lips. Muscular arms fold across his chest as he watches her a moment. They fall as he turns to move out of the kitchen.
" Ortolan. " He says, only half joking. " I'll get the Gucci scarves. "

It takes him only a few moments to dress before he returns, a simple outfit though if you were to look at the tags, it might be more than four months salary for the average Joe Schmo. He takes pride in that. Keys are whisked off the counter, phone and wallet placed in pocket as he looks at her.
" Whatever you wanna make me, baby. I'll be happy with it. " A hand waves her on. " C'mon, where we goin' ?? "
It's a good question; why do it when he could just pay for it? Didi followed a similar logic when it came to everything else— she treated tossing other people's money around to get what she wanted like it was a sport and she was going for the gold.
But cooking was different. And honestly, she thinks everyone should be asking her to do it more often. She's never calmer than when she was cooking. There was something about methodically chopping and slicing and juggling a few cook times at once that was oddly soothing.
So soothing in fact that she doesn't even attempt to throw anything at his head when he looks slightly peeved.

There's still that slight bounce in her step when he does come out, Didi all smiles for once. "Do you like anything in particular? I can cook anything." That's a gross exaggeration, but she's feeling confident. "Or! Or— I could surprise you."