Grace watched Luke as he piled some spaghetti noodles onto a waiting plate. He looked over at her as he ladled some sauce on the spaghetti. "Are you hungry? I thought that's why you came over."

"Yeah, it is," she responded, getting up and grabbing herself a plate. As she arranged the noodles and sauce on her own plate, she looked over at him and asked, "Why don't you ever show that side of yourself in school?"

Luke gave her a look. "And ruin my science geek image? Why would I ever want to do that?"

Grace rolled her eyes. "I just thought…it was kinda cool the way you stood up to me. Nobody ever really does that. Everyone's all afraid of Big Bad Grace, and I like a challenge." She stopped talking and looked over at him. "That's why I kissed you that night."

Luke nodded thoughtfully about that, then pondered, "Are you sure you don't have the hots for me?"

Grace smirked and threw a chunk of French bread at him, hitting him right in the nose. "Oh-ho! Looks like I got you, geek!"

"That's it," Luke announced. "This is war."

Luke withdrew a sauce-covered noodle from his plate and held it out in front of him. "Watch and learn, class." He suddenly tossed it at Grace, who unsuccessfully attempted to avoid it and ended up with a streak of sauce on her cheek.

"You are going to get it, Girardi," Grace assured him. She threw another piece of bread at him, he retaliated with more spaghetti, and soon both the two of them and the kitchen were covered with food. They were both laughing hysterically, and Luke went over to Grace and planted a kiss on her, which she reciprocated very nicely indeed.

"Well, I guess Joan and Adam weren't lying," they heard from behind them, and they broke away quickly to face Helen.

"Hey, Mrs. G," Grace greeted her, a bit flustered from being caught making out with her son. "I was…uh…just grabbing a bite. Hope you don't mind."

"No, no, that's fine," Helen assured her, amused by the whole situation…and a little weirded out at the same time. She cound understand how Joan felt now. "So," she said after a long pause, "how was school today, Luke?"

"Not bad," he responded, seeming to be over the whole Mom-walking-in-on-make-out-session event. "I got into an argument with Friedman over quantum theory. It was ridiculous, really. He knows I'm right. How was your day?"

"Well," she drawled, "interesting. A few kids got into a fight in my 4th hour class, and I spent my free hours cleaning paint from every surface of my classroom."

"Awesome," Grace put in. Helen gave her a look that said 'yeah, right,' and Grace held up her hands in apology.

Helen was about to walk back out of the kitchen, but then stuck her head back in, ordering, "Clean up the mess when you're done fooling around." She then turned on her heel and left, leaving Grace and Luke both looking embarrassed. They turned to each other and burst out laughing.

"That was…" Grace started.

"Interesting," Luke finished. They looked at each other for a few seconds more, then started making out again.