Mari smiled and shook her head when Dumas said he hadn't had a steak in ages. Moving around as she spoke, Mari replied. "Of course I wasn't joking. It's not pampering if it's not special, right?" With another laughter, Mari set up the grill for the steaks and went back to the fridge for already sliced potatoes. "I hope it's good, darling. It's what I can get on such a short notice", she stated, more seriously now.<br/><br/>She was already starting to warm up a pan for the fries and grill the steaks when Dumas talked about the earplugs.<br/><br/>Laughing one more time, she shook her head and blushed a little. "When I said loud, I meant<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">loud</span></span>. Like... a farm tractor, or something. And hell, no. You're my guest today. And guests don't work."<br/><br/>For the next few minutes, Mari stood quietly by the stove, focusing on her cooking. Only when she was done and presented the plate to Dumas did she speak. "Not sure what we have to drink, Dum. Maybe a Coke, but most likely orange juice or water. What would you like?"