"I've never done a pig roast," he admits. His father had done it, when he'd been around, and Cora's father after that. Derek's seen it done, but he's never actually tried to do it himself. He supposes he could figure it out, though, if she really wants to do it. "Where would we do it? The motel courtyard?" he jokes. He hasn't got a house or anywhere to host a pig roast, so if she wants it done, they're going to have to do it on her turf.

He doesn't miss the fact that she doesn't ask so much as assume that he'll stay over sometime. A little smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. For once, he isn't the one to initiate that line of thought in a conversation with someone he's seeing. It's kind of a nice feeling. "I'm looking forward to it already," he says, only half-joking.

His eyebrows lift with interest, but with her certainty, Derek turns the keys in the ignition after parking the car. "All right, I'll take your word for it," he tells her with a little smile. "Lead on, Luce."