Jay cocked an eyebrow as he watched Mathyas lay claim to his own woman before sitting down at the table. He kissed the air at Cara, and continued to nurse at his beer. "Nah, from the looks of it Mat, by the time we finish these, dinner should be about ready. No real reason to get one going until we're all ready to sit down and enjoy it, don't ya think? I don't know about you, but I really don't feel like freezing my ass off chopping firewood on the first night here unless we absolutely have to."<br/><br/>Soon enough, dishes began to clink lightly, and the sounds of silverware were pulled from drawers. Once the table was set and they were all settled, Jay felt the hand on his thigh, and instinctually placed his hand on hers to return the squeeze. He couldn't help but chuckle a bit as she began cutting up her meal into little bitty pieces. He could remember quite a few times where a little mess she had made had initiated some rather spur-of-the-moment romps, or at the very least, a bit of playful seduction.<br/><br/>"Sounds good to me. If you want, I can take care of the dishes for the most part, since the two of you cooked. Spaghetti rarely leaves much in the way of a mess to clean up. After I get that taken care of, I can meet you upstairs and unpack what I brought. We both know that you'll lay first claim to closets and whatnot anyway. I'd rather not be in the way when Hurricane Cara hits the bedroom initially with unpacking." He gave her hand an affectionate squeeze, and played between her fingers lightly with the tips of his own while he started in on the simple salad.