"Gigi likes them with bananas," he says, leaning over behind her close enough she thinks he's going to kiss her neck - but he doesn't.

"Do YOU like bananas?" she asks, setting the bowl of batter on the counter and reaching for the cast-iron griddle hanging from his industrial-chic (of course) pan rack.

He waits until she sets the griddle on the stove and cranks up the gas - then admits, "I hate them" - and this time he does kiss her.