She has a towel thrown over one shoulder. She had been using it as an oven mit. The smell of cooking vegetables and chicken follows her out to the door way she she blinks owlishly at him.
She hadn't expected flowers. She can't exactly say anything about it though. She flashes him a grin though.
"Permission granted."
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