[ The smells coming from the house are enough to make Elena's mouth water, but when she steps into the kitchen, she's still surprised, delightfully so. Her smile brightens even more at his smile and she almost bounces over to take the crostini from him, leaning in to press a kiss against his cheek first. ]

Impressive. [ she declares after a bite of the crostini and a glance around the kitchen. ] Where did you learn to cook again? Wait...don't tell me. [ her voice takes on a teasing tone] Some tiny little village in Italy around world war one.