[ Oh, it's on. He is going to cook for Harry and it is going to be something fancy and he is not going to burn any part of it and they'll see who is smiling, then. When Harry moves out of the kitchen, Cisco takes that as his cue to swoop in and finish with the rest, pushing up his sleeves. The question about the laptop isn't that surprising - Harry didn't exactly show up with a whole ton of stuff. Cisco nods towards the low table in the living room, which has one of his laptops sitting on it. He doesn't even bother to ask why Harry wants it, just turns and starts washing the last few pots and pans.
But his curiosity gradually increases, and before long he's peering over his shoulder at Harry with interest. The angle is not right for him to see what Harry is doing. He could just ask now, but that would be far too easy. So instead Cisco finishes the scrubbing and rinsing and the rest of it as quickly as he can, before coming over to not so much sit as flop onto the couch beside Harry and openly look at what's on the screen... ]
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But his curiosity gradually increases, and before long he's peering over his shoulder at Harry with interest. The angle is not right for him to see what Harry is doing. He could just ask now, but that would be far too easy. So instead Cisco finishes the scrubbing and rinsing and the rest of it as quickly as he can, before coming over to not so much sit as flop onto the couch beside Harry and openly look at what's on the screen... ]