As Luke leans to the side to glimpse her face, he chuckles some more in amusement. His gaze darts down to her lips and he can't resist moving in to leave a quick kiss at the corner of her mouth.

"I was talking about cooking. What were you talking about?" There's an obvious smirk in his voice and his hands travel up to rest on her hips, stepping close to press against her from behind. Luke knows he can't keep this up, otherwise they won't get dinner.

But a little teasing never hurt anybody. Besides, he knows Fortescue can give as good as she gets.