She shakes her head in mock exasperation after he kisses her. "Wouldn't you like to know."

All of her ingredients are assembled, which means they're only waiting on the pasta -- and a little pasta water -- for another couple of minutes. More than enough time for some teasing between the two of them. Fortescue runs the tips of her fingers, feather light, over the tops of Luke's hands.

"You can grate cheese for me anytime you'd like."