[She raises her hands with her palms up in a gesture of truce.]

So if it'll be easier for me, then get me to do it. I won't demand a raise or anything. I... should probably put on clothes first, though.

[Definitely some shoes, at the very least. She's gonna get Mike shut down by health violations if she starts cooking now. She tucks the rest of her donut into her mouth and washes it down with a mouthful of coffee, then considers the other flavours in front of her.]

Churros? Boston cream? I'll think about it while I'm getting dressed. [As she walks away, she can be heard muttering quietly to herself:] Pizza and soda and now fuckin' donuts, and I'm already getting so fat... pretty soon he'll have to blast a hole in the wall and roll me outta here if he changes his mind...

[In truth, she was so skinny when they first met that she's just added a layer of softness to her frame, but - teen girls gonna teen girl.]