"Pecans, an interesting choice," Ana grinned the words and nodded. If there was one thing that Ana was good at, and that she always did it was flirting. Here it may be a minor short of flirting, but it was flirting nonetheless. And Dom was adorable in reacting to it, Ana decided, and her smile maintained that little flirty hook when she removed the plastic gloves from her hands in a far too practiced motion. When they were free of their plastic prisons, Ana offered one to Dom. "Ana Lewis, your friendly neighborhood English teacher."