A lighthearted scoff. The comment makes its swift retreat as soon as it arrives, its only reminder being - if faintly - a hue that glowed just a bit lighter than the blush she powdered on mere minutes earlier. Such wistful memories, those -- before she had a pot of something questionable brewing on the stove and a trashbin full of messy paper towels, half-trimmed cans, and now, that questionable thing from the stove. Ashley sported nerves before any utensil was introduced, but she's made... things. She's cooked... stuff before. How bad could it be?
But try as she might, and she's tried several times, she couldn't get Yusuke to back out of this less teaching session, more training session. Seduction worked only once, pleading fell on deaf ears. It was a noble act to uphold, even if it wasn't particularly in Ashley's favor... and she was irritated at just how much she appreciated it. Such an endlessly stubborn man, always aiming to better her in some way. He succeeded in the self-defense front, but Ashley held reservations with this topic of discussion.
"How have you moved to the States and not had to have a PB&J yet? Other than the burger capital of the world, we're pretty well known for weird combos like that. Chilidogs. Chocolate and peanut butter again. Actually, we might just really like peanut butter here," his, albeit minute, look incites a laugh or two, hid easily by the crook of her elbow. "Seriously, that's the 'I need to make rent' meal."
Two pizzas? Meat lovers? Sides? With each new order added, Ashley's eyes slid wider. It's - it's just the two of them, why - how would they need two pizzas, and what even all goes on a 'meat lovers' pizza, and people have sides with their pizza? Ashley looks back at the trash with a look of gratitude; that humble offering wouldn't have even slightly calmed the beast living within Yusuke Urameshi.
"Hawaiian pizza is where you draw the line?" Ashley whisper-talks, finally abandoning the dish she feels is permanently scarred by this day. "I didn't think there was anything you wouldn't eat. ... Okay, other than that probably living organism I just made. I don't think anyone would've eaten that."
As he speaks, Ashley strips off her kitchen gloves, tosses them too, and observes the ruined state of her countertop. Her wallet was here, at a time.
Is it even possible to locate anymore?
"If you help me find my cash, I'll pay for it. Tip and all. 'Least I can do, given... yeah."