When Parker jumps onto the countertop and sits there with crossed legs, Eliot stops and stares at her. The blonde, however, doesn't notice and just looks at the food that he's preparing. After a few moments she does notice that he's stopped cutting the bell peppers and looks up at him.
"What are you doing?" Eliot asks.
Parker shrugs, "I want to watch you. You don't let anyone help, and I just want to see what you're doing."
"So you sit on the counter?" Eliot turns back to the peppers, keeping an ear out for Parker. There has been very few times that the blonde thief managed to sneak up on him, but he didn't feel like cutting his fingers today just in case.
"Yeah. I'm out of the way and I can watch," Parker says. She then hesitates before whispering, "If it bothers you, I can leave."
Eliot flashes back to when he was young and watching his mama cook. He hadn't been tall enough to see over the counter, so she had sat him up on one. Ever since then, he had always sat on the counter and watched his mama cook. That was how he learned to cook, by watching. He mentally shakes himself from the memory before giving Parker a grin.
"Nah," he says, "You can stay. Just don't be surprised if I start explaining what's going on."
Parker nods and watches his movements with interest and listens to him as he explains what he's doing and why.