The way he calls her that... She'd intended to say something about it, but this time it feels different. It feels right in a way she can't quite explain. "If you can wield a lightsaber, you can make an omelet," she assures him, reluctantly letting her hands fall away from him in order to turn back to the ingredients laid out before them.

Explaining the steps is easy enough. Ingredients are chopped, eggs are whisked, and she coaches him on how to cook the eggs in the pan, at one point even reaching out to set her hands on his and physically show him a step. It's nice, working with him like this. Being close.