[It's fine, the fingers are curled up, she has a handhold. Like, she can sit if she really wants, but she's Nate's fuckin' wife. They both know she isn't going to do that.

Still, the hand raises back up to the window, which Taako has pushed open as far as it'll go go let her in.]

Oh, he's an asshole who almost destroyed the world once. We kicked his ass. Also kind of how I met my boyfriend? Long story.

[The kitchen already seems to be set out, sacks of flour and baking powder and cocoa piled on a countertop, another spectral hand behind him retrieving some eggs from the fridge.]

So you know how to cook, right? Even if you do, Taako don't play sous, so I'm still gonna tell you what to do.