Rey's hand is on the knob as soon as she hears the lock, and she lets herself in and kicks her shoes off in the vague direction of the corner as she follows her nose and her mind to the kitchen, where Ben is.

"I like this view," she says happily, coming up behind him and wrapping her arms around his waist, squeezing tightly as she presses her face between his shoulder blades. "You should cook for me more often. They say stomachs are the door to the heart."

She ducks under his arm and takes the plate from him, wiggling her shoulders a bit before taking a bite of the sandwich. When she looks up at his face, she sees that his already distracting mouth is a little shiny. "Did you eat the burned one?"