how to win her over

i tell her about my
cooking skills, about what i can
do with butter
and eggs,
a little milk.
i hold in my hand
the large black pan
that was stored under
the collection
of pots i never use.
in my other hand I hold
the silver
fork, as if a wand
about to perform magic.
she puts her hands on her hips
and smiles. rubs her stomach
and licks her lips.
she's in awe.
i may have won her over
with these scrambled eggs
and toast.