After breakfast, the two lazed around the cabin.

"Besides brown hair, what else do you like in a guy?" Nick asked. He was sitting Indian-style on the couch and Katherine was on her stomach near the blazing fire, her hands under her chin.

She bit her lip thoughtfully. "Green eyes, nice, gentle hands...He has to be funny, adventurous, smart and...uh, you'd think this is stupid."

"No, I won't. Tell me."

"He has to like grilled cheese sandwiches."

Nick tilted an eyebrow. "Why?"

"Because that's all I can cook." She smiled. "What about you?"

Nick shrugged and thought about it. "Everyone has their qualities. With a lot of girls I've met, their best qualities show." Nick looked at her carefully. "Like you. One of your best traits is your positive attitude. And I can see it in your actions and your face."

She smiled. "That is the best compliment I've ever heard from a guy."

"Really?"

"Really," she assured him. "They last one was along the lines of, 'Man, baby, you're a fox. Let's hop on the right foot and do the wrong thing.' He was charming..." She rolled her eyes.

Nick laughed.

"Typical American male," she muttered.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Did I hear what I think I heard? It wasn't 'typical male' it was 'typical American male.'"

"I have nothing against Americans! Assholes who happen to be American, maybe."

Katherine got up and pranced to the kitchen. She grabbed an apple and promptly took a bite.

"Hell, I'm here with you, Yankee. You're not too bad for a... how do they say it?" She cleared her throat and used a hillbilly voice, "one of them there sissy folk who prance around in those there fancy-pants cars."

Nick watched her move flirtatiously. He smiled, watching her imitate Americans.

"You are so boring, Yank!" she blurted impulsively. Childishly, she clamped her hand over her mouth.

This made Nick grin. "Not everyone can be a ball of energy like you."

"I know."