kate was not a chef by any means - she knew better than to bestow the responsibility of cooking unto herself, especially when she was interested in impressing her company. it had just arrived a few minutes before he had, so it was still boxed up and fresh, the lids steaming. “hope you like korean barbecue,” she had splurged with the choices, and she motioned towards the kitchen so he could follow her to where everything was all laid out.
dispelling space gives her room to breathe, breathe in the food. it's disarming, how normal he can act. it makes her feel like the blood could be nothing. it could be just a stain. “you ever get nosebleeds?” it's her way of digging without making it obvious. she taps at her nose, “i get them a lot.” usually because she's in combat. not because of nature. “they're a real pain in the ass.”
she's barefoot, trekking, then serving them small feasts on plates. “if you fall asleep during the movie, it might end up being the best sleep of your life.” she situated them at her dining room table, before leaning against the counter, gaze darting back to tommy's, “you want anything to drink?”