Jake laughed heartily at that, leaning his weight to the side and sort of bumping into her.

"I do suppose one's guests and friends do have a somewhat different perception of one's parents than their offspring," he offered gently. "But I still find her lovely. Likely because you resemble her." He smiled and tilted his head. "Would you like for me to cook something up for you? I'm not sure what ingredients they have around, but I can attempt to whip something up." Rose, your boyfriend cooks.