"I can do something.." She smiled, softly. She took the bread out, slicing it up, warming up the oven and putting it in on a baking sheet.<br/><br/>She looked in the fridge, leaning down, her bottom probably looking pretty good in the yoga pants. She pulled out a bottle of wine, and poured herself a glass.<br/><br/>"Want some?"<br/><br/>She sat at the counter top watching him cook the rest. She sipped.