There was a slight chuckle from Daniel as he shared some in joke with himself before speaking - running his tongue over his lips and mouth as far as he could extend it, mopping up any remains of food that in his hurry had managed to miss his mouth by some distance. 'I doubt she'd be all that bothered - of all the things she's seen, you wrapped in a duvet cover probably ranks pretty low on the weirdness scale'<br/><br/>He'd started to rise from the table just before Michelle grabbed the plates - his own hands missing out on them by seconds as they were taken from his grasp. With an awkward smile he made his way past her towards the sink - grabbing some washing up liquid and a cleaning cloth before setting about the task of cleaning up the cooking utensils, pans, plates and cutlery. Daniel had always found washing up to be a rather relaxing and quite therapeutic chore - one of the reasons he deliberately avoided installing a dishwasher in the house.<br/><br/>As his grandmother had always told him - 'a little hard work never hurt anyone'.