He grew sad as she spoke, and as she moved back to the stove, he grabbed her, and hugged her tightly. "I can't fall in love more... That's physically impossible. I'm already neck-deep in it, and sinking further... But I'm only human, too..." he whispered, giving her a soft kiss on the forehead. "Don't worry about the food. You could give me anything that doesn't taste like shit - or jalapeno peppers - and I'd eat it all the same." he assured her, and softly picked her up. "Tomorrow, you can cook whatever you want, if that's what you wish, and if it will make you feel better."<br/><br/>He felt wonderful with her, and didn't want to see her sad or frustrated... Not because of him.