"I got the pasta dough ready, it's in the fridge now. You can help choose what pasta shape we'll have, all right?" Edward took her hand, since she seemed to like holding his hand. He definitely had to take care of her hair too, but he could do that once she'd calmed down a little again. Apparently this had all been a lot of excitement, he supposed he understood that. He led her to the kitchen and helped her up onto one of the stools around the kitchen island, showing her the various pasta shapers and explaining what shape they'd end up making. "These are for macaroni, this would be spaghetti... That's linguini, a bit like flat spaghetti, I suppose. I have more, but I was too lazy to get them all out."

He was still getting sorted a little himself too. "Which one should we have?"