Sinead wasn't looking at Tanis, and still the tender honesty of her words made Sinead's heart do a flip. Rationally she knew the pacing of their evening wasn't dictated by whether or not they wanted to be around each other, but by the fact that Sinead had to get to work. Though her round trip had already been delayed once, Sinead felt no rush to leave Tanis, either.<br/>"You do?" she pressed, some degree of disbelief in her voice, though the challenge was softened by the fact that Sinead had only accompanied the question with a quick glance.<br/>With a careful motion, Sinead placed the pot onto the available counter. Having been reassured that Tanis wasn't in any rush, she undid the dishtowel covering it in order to feel safe placing the pot onto the stove.<br/>The metal made a clatter against the cook top, bringing Sinead back to reality, having to face the fact that there was nothing left for her to do.<br/>When she turned around, she realized just how small Tanis' kitchen actually was. The sheer act of not leaning against the stove meant Tanis was almost within her reach.<br/>"Is that why you invited me up?"<br/>Sinead's question was gentle, a smile barely on her lips. The question didn't seem to interrupt her relative ease by any means, folding the dish towel into quarters, before abandoning that on the counter, too.