"Uhm, great!" he said, mildly gleeful at her reaction. He grinned boyishly at her turning red in the face, which was strange considering she didn't usually turn red in the face unless it was too hot in the kitchen or she just was generally pissed off. He didn't usually see her like this around him. Would this mean that... Nah, it couldn't be. "So, uhm, I'll meet you... Here? Let's have it over at my place. Oh, no no no, I don't mean that kind of 'at my place' thing. Or we could have it at your place. As long as we have something to cook with, I guess we're fine."
Suddenly, he couldn't just let her clean her workstation on her own. He was done, anyway, he didn't really have much to do. He grabbed a sponge and started cleaning the counters with her, taking the used utensils and bringing them over to the sink to wash.
Ah, well, this is life. But sooner or later, he was going to have to leave the life he made here at Quinn's. Might as well take all of this in while he still could. It was all too depressing to think about.