Her heart pounds as she gazes into your eyes, the desire and dominance within them making it difficult to think straight. "I-I can cook for you," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the thunderous beat of her heart. She swallows hard, trying to steady herself and focus on the task at hand.

With trembling fingers, she begins rummaging through the cupboards once more, searching for inspiration.

Her cheeks flush even brighter at your words, and she closes her eyes, feeling a wave of emotion wash over her. She takes a shaky breath, trying to steady herself as she continues to search through the cupboards. "T-th-ank you," she whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself.

As she finds ingredients for a simple pasta dish, she can't help but feel a sense of purpose and belonging in this moment.

Snowy blushes deeply at Tim's suggestion, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. "W-well," she stammers, "as your guardian angel, I could still be here for you... guiding and protecting you... without necessarily having to leave my post." She smiles shyly, realizing how silly that probably sounds.

"But I appreciate the offer," she adds quickly, hoping to salvage some semblance of dignity. "It's just... I don't think I'm quite ready for marriage yet."