She almost instantly shakes her head. "No! U-uh, no, that's okay. I'll stay with you. I don't think I'll be able to sleep. Not like this. I'd probably just wake up screaming after ten minutes." And that wouldn't be good for anyone. "You're helping me relax anyway - that's probably better for me."

Instead she peers at the mixing bowl, managing a small smile. "And watching you work will probably be more fun, yeah? I'd offer to help, but, well." She'd be likely to drop something, and they probably both know it. There's a reason her phone hasn't been in her hand since they left the restaurant.