[He glances down at her and notes how her ears move, just a little. A new trait again, something she'd learned from them perhaps? The elves from their original world had much more expressive ears than the ones in Aber-Toril, and unless Honerva's race of space elves were similar, it was interesting to note that she could pick up physical cues from them as well as everything else.

He shoots her a pair of finger guns and grins, tossing back a "no probs" in Elvish which...might be more complicated than anything she's learned yet. Oh well.]

And cool. I'm gonna go get white wine wasted while I cook. You chill out and if you hear me scream or something explode, come in. Otherwise, you know the drill.

[No one in his kitchen while he's cooking but him. Or Lup. Or Honerva. Or Carl. Honesty, why does he even have that rule.]