Nell was very neat, cleaning up after herself as she cooked, so there certainly was a clean stretch of counter, though she was careful to keep a hand free to move anything out of the way that might be problematic. Once actually on the counter, though, she let her hand travel up the nape of Gladio's neck and into his hair to hold him even closer, while her legs wrapped firmly around his waist.

Dinner could wait. Fried chicken was good cold, too.