"I thought they all smelled good too, I only turned one away, it was covered in some kind of weird sauce that looked the wrong color," he said, putting the electric kettle on to boil and pouring some water over ice cubes in big glasses. One of the other things he liked about her was that none of her dishes matched. He wasn't sure why he liked it, but he did. He got the tea mugs ready and turned around, leaning across the counter and kissing her cheek again with a smile.

"Do you mean that?" he asked. "Kissing you whenever I want?"