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Watching the siblings interact offered a typical exchange. He was the older brother who cared for her safety, and she was the younger soul who didn't care for that care. It almost made him want to laugh, but he knew if he broke the silence like that, he'd never hear the end of it. His name was brought up for a kind of good measure, like he would act as the bouncer. If it got him through the doors on a regular basis, he'd take it.

"I could stay, if you like. I assume your request for a dinner date was really aimed towards me." He replied then, despite how Kenny had shot the idea down. The grin on his face was ripe with a special kind of sarcastic humour.

At her notion of his words being bold, Carter simply shrugged against the frame of the door. The weight of his own statements wasn't lost on him; he knew it was a stark cry from who she remembered, and that didn't seem to bother him at all.

"I don't know yet." He admitted. "I just know that while I'm happy to be a friend to you, to an extent. I just don't want to be left there forever."

"Oh, you play so well, Luxanna." Carter quipped instantly. For someone who had little to no experience in this field, she was awfully good at urging the other party to play their hand first.

"As far as first one's go, this is pretty unconventional. I mean..." Now wasn't the time to point out how many of these ended back at his dorm room or apartment when he was a little younger, "I shouldn't have expected any less of you." Nothing about her had ever met the standard, and perhaps that was what he liked most about their interactions. She was always different.

"But I'm not some friend you can leave in that little zone of indescribable awkwardness." He continued on, "Nor am I someone looking to sleep with you for the sake of it and never see you again."

Luxanna had always been nice. She always smiled and it always looked similar, from memory. But the look she gave him when he offered to cook for her felt different. More genuine, if nothing else. It was an enthralling thought alone.

"That depends on how you define it." Carter started then, shrugging his shoulders in his own consideration; "Is that a second date? Or is it two friends... Hanging out."

Carter took a moment or two to register Isaac's presence before he heard the words on offer. Looking at the familiar blonde, Carter certainly wouldn't peg him for the type to enjoy the outdoors. Then again, if he himself wasn't a terrakinetic, people probably wouldn't guess it of him either.

"None I would invite to something like this." He admitted then, shrugging his shoulders lightly; "I wouldn't say no if you brought your sister, though." The grin he wore was instantaneous.

Shrugging his shoulders, Carter considered how he really felt about he mundane chores she couldn't imagine him doing. "Its okay." He admitted. Cooking was just a means to an end, and he couldn't see it as anything but a chore.

"No one's ever died from my cooking. Not to my knowledge anyway. But then, the list of recipients is low, so I couldn't really say." He added, laughing at the thought. "Care to try it sometime?"

It was hard for most to talk about themselves when asked. If the situation had been turned, Carter wasn't sure what he'd list as his own hobbies. A lot changed in years since their school days, and as he matured, so did his interests.

"Does a furby collection count as a hobby?" Carter had to ask, and when he briefly considered it, he supposed collecting anything made for something of a hobby. She was so wonderfully weird like that, "But cooking? I didn't know that counted either. I'm good at that, so perhaps that's one of mine, too."