[She's wrapped up in the towel when she pushes the curtain back, looking at least marginally better than she had before she went in.

Funnily enough seeing him sitting like that isn't at all a surprise. But she pauses for a moment giving him a little hint of a smile and a mildly helpless look. She might look a little better, but she's still not sure of herself.]

Make you dinner as in I'm the one who makes the call for take out the next time? If so then, you've got yourself a deal.