Rosa had a study group after her classes, so when she got home, Deeks and Kensi were already cooking dinner. It also meant she hadn't gotten the chance to see or talk to Deeks about Anne. She paused in the living room to say "hi" to the twins before moving on to the kitchen.

She found Deeks nuzzling Kensi's neck as she chopped a tomato at the counter.

"You're going to make me mess up," Kensi protested, though based on her giggles, it didn't sound like she cared very much.

"Should I come back later?" Rosa joked, announcing herself before her parents could get in a truly compromising position. Not that she really minded; she liked that they clearly loved each other. She just didn't need to see the evidence.

"Rosa, we clearly didn't hear you come in," Kensi said, turning around as Deeks moved back.

"Ah, Rosamund. I wish I could say this will be the last time this happens, but I think we all know that would be a lie. One of these days, we really should get a bell for the front door.

"It would come in handy," Rosa agreed, walking over to the stove, which contained a skillet and two covered pots. Lifting the lid on the pot closest to her, she bent over it, inhaling the scent of sautéed garlic and onions.

"We're having beef soup," Deeks informed her. "Do you want it with barley or noodles?"

"Or we could have both?"

"And that is the only correct answer," Kensi said, resuming her chopping. "How was your day?"

"Good. I think I'm almost caught up on assignments from when I was sick. Anne—Professor Werther is letting me have an extra week to turn in my paper," she said, getting out bowls now while Deeks added more vegetables to the largest pot.

"That's wonderful." Kensi offered her a smile. "It sounds like your teachers are really supportive this year."

"Yes, they are." Rosa paused a beat. "Speaking of Anne, she speaks really highly of you," she began. "Have you had a chance to talk with her?"

Deeks shook his head. "I've run into her a couple of times, but we haven't had a chance to talk much. She seems nice though and a couple of my students have good things to say about her." He poured a bucket of beef stock into the pot and stirred everything, looking back over his shoulder. "I was surprised when I didn't see the two of you in the union. Did something come up?"

"You could say that," Rosa said evasively. "I think she would like to run into you more often. Specifically in the dark corner of a coffee shop with no one else present."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Deeks asked. Meanwhile, Kensi turned around completely, her eyebrow quirking up with obvious interest.

Pursing her lips, Rosa shot Deeks a pointed look. "She thinks you're very attractive and intelligent."

"No," Kensi gasped, sounding more delighted than upset or jealous.

"Rosa, that's not funny," Deeks said, echoing Anne. He looked equally bothered, but less shocked.

"On that we all agree. I'd very much like it if none of my teachers wanted to date my dad," she said wryly.

"She barely even knows me," Deeks sighed, sounding perplexed.

"Well, apparently you still made an impression. I think the whole "cool professor" thing might have something to do with it."

"And let's be honest, the hair." Kensi reached over and ruffled the top of Deeks' head, grinning when he shot her an unamused look. "No one can resist these curls."

"She was very distressed to find out you're married," Rosa added, enjoying Deeks' reaction. He made a face, shaking his hair back into place.

"Yeah, that's going to make things awkward. Maybe I need to start wearing my ring again."

"Like that's ever made a difference," Kensi scoffed. "For either of us."

"It must be terrible to be so irresistible," Rosa said wryly.

"It's definitely a curse," he sighed.