He'd taken the time, while the pasta was boiling, to duck into his room. He'd combed his hair, was wearing a nicely-tailored shirt, and a pair of well-fit jeans. He was lighting the candles when she got back and he'd made up a small bucket of ice and coke bottles for them both to enjoy with dinner.

He smiled when she walked in before holding up a finger and ducking down to pull the tray of bubbling cheese and sauce out of the oven.

"Hey."