Delphine couldn't help but blush slightly as she got the can opened down for him. "I'm trying, I'm trying. You've had all day to loosen me up." she gently tsked him, positioning the can opener on the tin, making quick work of getting it open and putting it all into the pot. She made sure the burner was on so it could start to warm up, then left everything to either warm or rise. Their dinner was easy, it was simply a matter of waiting around for everything to be done cooking.<br/><br/>Del found herself suddenly pinned to the counter and gasped as Kryner thrust up into her, apparently expecting her to keep track of the time. "Two, three, f-four," She carried on as best she could, though admittedly Kryner grinding up into her was throwing her off quite a bit. "O-oh, fuck, eighteen, nineteen," She breathed, just trying her hardest to keep all the numbers straight in her mind. Del groaned lightly as he played with her ass. "It'd be easier to keep count if you weren't so distracting. Thirty-eight."