That wasn't quite what Rosa had been thinking, but now she thought about it, tried to picture it and nodded. Even though she wasn't sure if what she was thinking was remotely what Caleb had in mind.

Guess they'd find out!

"Sure," she said, shrugging, "whatever you'd like."

She slapped a hand on the seat of the tall stool she'd put in the center of the kitchen, all the bottles and brushes she suspected she'd need laying in wait on the counter. "Have a seat."