"You wouldn't weigh me down, but it's alright if you continue to stay in the cart if that is what makes you more comfortable." She was glad for the ice finally breaking enough between them that she could finally touch him without worry of him running off. Ginnie pulled back and gazed into his eyes, her dark ones searching his. "You and I will do this together. In fact, I think it's time for me to search elsewhere for a better job, myself. The madame is pressuring me to become one of the workers upstairs. I just... I don't want to. I don't want to work on my back and I don't want to be considered fair game to those who like to grab." She frowned, "What if I do what we talked about before? You said you liked my cooking. I could do that."