"Or that," he agrees. Kyle recognizes the sincere insight for what it is, again surprised by her choice. He thought she barely liked him at all and yet here she is, in his kitchen, admitting to vulnerabilities. He mixes the sausage around a bit, then flashes a grin at her faux accusation. "Or something."

He moves over next to her to look at her work. "Cool. I'm going to borrow this." Very deliberately not touching her, Kyle slides the knife out of her hand and uses it to quickly cut up the garlic, which he tosses into the third pan. Then he holds the knife out, handle first, towards her again. "First thing, throw a bunch of shit in a pan. Olive oil, garlic, mushrooms, squash, maybe some little tomatoes. Cook that for awhile, add some spinach. Mix in the meat once it's cooked. Add to the pasta. Easy."

He picks up the squash and offers it to her to cut. "The hard part is timing. Squash takes a long time to cook, spinach is fast. Water takes for-fucking-ever to boil."