Katie glanced to him every few seconds to read his face to see how well she was doing. She stood, pressing her chair back a few inches, to reach the serving dishes. She bit her lip, concentrating as hard as a star athelete before a race, as she took up the serving utensils and carefully filled his plate, then her own, but with only a few bites of each dish.<br/><br/>She sat down and exhaled slowly, as if she'd just defused a bomb. "So the whole point of this is to.. um.. be girly? Sir?" She blushed and looked at her lap. "I don't know how good I'll be at this."