<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Irene heard Wade was returning to the kitchen for another beer but only offered Luke a fresh one. She chuckled bending down to pick up her empty bottle and stood up slipping her sandals back on. </span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"> </span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">“Girls would anyone like something more to drink or eat? I’m heading in, to toss this into the rubbish. I would offer you something Luke, but I heard you already turned down Wade’s offer for a drink.” She chuckled. “But I could offer you a little something to eat…a piece of fruit perhaps?” She giggled lightly, not really waiting for an answer she slowly walked past him heading back toward the door way. For some reason she felt at ease to tease Luke a little not meaning anything by it…her way of warming up to someone she guessed.  </span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"> </span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">“Um, will you and Emiko need help with dinner?” She almost couldn’t believe she was asking the question. She, who has lived on dehydrated noodles and pizza all semester, would never have been pegged as being a cook in this life time. But everything she’s ever learned about cooking was from her Mother in Ireland and her Aunt in Chicago. </span>