Kyle watches and listens, letting her take his hand and holding the knife when she gives it to him. When she moves away from him to check the boiling water and pour the pasta in, he shifts behind her to set the knife on the counter just on the other side of her. It's close proximity without touching, testing the waters to some extent without really being a conscious thought.

"You don't cut spinach," he says finally, returning to his lighthearted and teasing ways. He has a better sense of what it is that sets her off now and can, hopefully, avoid those things. At least he knows she can handle herself if he oversteps. That helps. Kyle moves back around to the other side of her as before. "I think you're making enough to feed an army, but that's okay. Leftovers are good."