He told her, "You can start making the biscuits." He prepared the skillet and the sausage. He teased her, "So do you actually want to help, or are you trying to get some last-minute suck-up points?" He chuckled to himself, then became quite melancholy. This was it, she was leaving. He was following her shortly, but he was still fondly remembering whole weeks of them being in the same house. He snuck in fond looks at her whenever the parents weren't looking. He even snuck a few kisses in between their glances.