To say Tracy was impressed with how Jasmine conducted herself would actually be an understatement. Taking the oven mitts off, she watched her new roommate do the set up, crack an actual joke that broke Tracy into a smile and abbreviated laugh of  "Pffftt!"<br/><br/>Tracy raised an eyebrow at the offer of wine. Well, it beat water or tea so she nodded. She continued to watch as Jasmine Bond even poured the wine in the smaller plastic cups Tracy owned.<br/><br/>As Jasmine finally sat down, Tracy Milbanks actually smiled and clapped. The smile faded just as quickly back to a stoic expression, as Jasmine offered a toast. With a nod, and lift of the glass, Tracy remarked with a slight smile, "I'll drink to that." After taking a sip, she deadpanned, "But you're not going to get me in bed with you until<b><i>at least</i> </b>the fifth date. This is only the first, Bond." She looked up and across to her table and roommate. "And I did say,<b> <u>at least the fifth</u>."  </b>She had just the trace of a smile, but Jasmine would have to really look hard for a twinkle... If Tracy was even capable of that. She might be subconsciously, as Jasmine had clearly impressed her.<br/><br/>After dinner, Tracy insisted on being the proper hostess and doing the dishes, telling Jasmine that she could take care of the dishes on her days to cook, since Tracy would be teaching her how to cook, anyway. She only asked Jasmine help refrigerate the leftovers, which was apparently only the wine. With two eating, the small roast was pretty much gone except some juice and scraps that could easily be fit in a small Tupperware bowl with lid. "It's only fair that you cook, you clean." She commented as she stood over the sink washing everything, before putting in the drainer to drip dry, and taking her cup of wine over to the sofa and sitting down. "What do you do for enjoyment?" Tracy asked, not realizing how loaded that question really was.