"Yeah but you are a grown ass woman now, if I come to your mythical home then you had better not cook me a Hamburger Helper." Keira replied dryly, brushing her teeth against Genevieve's earlobe before she kissed her neck at the little groan about tiramisu. Wrapping one arm around Gen loosely, she smiled a little at her as she traced her hand up the gentle curve of her waist before brushing a chaste kiss against her mouth. "I will take pop tarts but no hamburger helpers, got it?"