Aylia smiled. His question had brought to mind a game her Mom and Dad had used to play with her when they would cook. "Food. Hot food preferbly," she laughs. When he opens the fridge, her eyes travel down his back, ending at his very fine rear end. "But it is a very fine rear end to look at." She roles her eyes when Fang mentions letting him cook. "You know women who stay active during their pregnancies have an easier time with giving birth." Still she sits and watch Fang go about the kitchen.