"Lay off the brother, horndog." Joan was suddenly in the kitchen, grossed out by the two of them kissing.
Grace and Luke pulled away from each other, annoyed by Joan's interference. "Is there something you wanted, Joan?" Luke asked.
"It'd be nice if you two would, I don't know, stop making out in public places," she suggested, tapping a can of soda with her fingers.
"Since when is your kitchen a public place?" Grace asked.
"Since…" Joan stumbled for an explanation, "since I could walk in here and catch you guys, and…and that makes it a public place."
Grace looked at her dubiously. "That didn't make a whole lot of sense, Girardi."
"I know," Joan sighed. "But could you guys…please? Just do it when you know I'm not around."
Grace smirked. "Are you giving me permission to 'do it' with your brother?"
Joan got a horrified look on her face. "Oh my God! Never! Excuse me while I go give myself a labotomy to get that mental picture out of my head." She stumbled out of the room blindly, still making horrid faces.
Grace was still smirking as she turned to Luke, but stopped once she saw the look on his face. "Don't go getting any ideas, geek."
"Don't deny it, Grace. You want me!" Grace shook her head at him and started heading out of the room. "You can't unring a bell!" he yelled after her, and although he couldn't see her face, he could feel that she was smiling.
Luke pointed a finger into the air and blew on it like he was blowing on a recently fired gun. "You are the man, Luke Girardi." He picked up his plate and headed over by Grace.
Grace was enjoying her spaghetti as Luke sat down across from her. Luke thoughtfully watched her eating until she looked up at him. "What?"
"You are so afraid to admit to wanting me," Luke informed her. "I mean, isn't it at all plausible that you, the complete opposite of nice, would have more than platonic emotions for someone that spends his time doing homework for fun? Just the fact that we are so beyond the norm should guarantee a successful relationship."
"Look, G, I already told you that we're a couple," Grace insisted. "And as much as I hate the term, we're dating now. What more do you want from me?" Luke was smirking. Grace sighed. "Now what?"
"That's all I wanted to hear," he replied.
"You're so annoying," Grace told him.
"Yeah, but you're the one that's dating me," he said cockily.
"We may be dating, but don't think I'm having sex with you."
Luke looked confused. "Who said anything about having sex?" Realization dawned on him, and a broad grin lit up his face. "You're the one that brought it up, and you keep mentioning it now, so…"
"Hey, I was just trying to freak Joan out and get her to leave," Grace insisted.
"Say what you will, but I see right through you, Grace Polk," Luke informed her. Grace rolled her eyes, stood up, and pushed her plate of spaghetti into Luke's lap before leaving the room.
Luke sat silently in annoyance for a few minutes, then managed, "That was so not cool."