He was just finishing up washing the last of the dishes when he heard Michelle return to the kitchen - placing the now clean and sparkling dish onto the side board along with the rest of the washing up to steadily drip dry. While washing up itself was rather relaxing and therapeutic to him, he absolutely hated drying up - as the large pile beside the sink was testament to.<br/><br/>'Oh don't worry about it - you cooked, I cleaned. Seems fair enough a trade to me' he said with a smile as he made his way past her towards the living room - giving her a rather appreciative glance as he passed. Within the living room he retrieved his car keys and his jacket - sliding it on as he turned back towards Michelle.<br/><br/>'Did you want to grab something from the kitchen for a snack or something on the way? We aren't travelling too far, but its about half an hour to forty five minutes drive each way.' And that was assuming that Kara was indeed even at her bookshop today - but he didn't bother telling Michelle that, not quite wanting to explain why he wasn't about to call ahead.