"Steam it, grill it, stir fry it. It's great. I'm going to give it back to you. Trust me, you want it." Kyle turns around to return the asparagus and the excess of the usable ingredients back in the bag. He places it aside and then pulls out a pot for the pasta and a couple pans for the other ingredients, setting them on the stove without yet turning anything on.

"Alright. You need an apron?" First thing's first, he supposed. Being in a t-shirt and jeans himself, he's not too worried about spills. As he's looking to her for an answer, he grabs a cutting board and a couple knives out for them to start. "Okay. First rule: I won't stab you, you don't stab me. Deal?"