He couldn't help but smile - and he was definitely pleased to see her doing the same, not wanting to embarrass her of course but she deserved a compliment or two, at the least. And she might be small, but she was pretty and her frame fit her, even if she might need some help getting a few things down - which was part of why he'd offered to go after the plates in the first place. It wouldn't do to have her reaching for things he could easily get down and make her life that much easier.

He liked the way she laughed and bragged when she said all he had to do was tell them he knew her, down at the hospital, and he'd surely get a job. "I'll be sure to drop your name at least a hundred times, then," he grinned as he followed her indication and found both plates and silverware, moving to set them out on the table along with the drinks while she got to work on the roast. When he was done, he moved to get the serving bowl with the mashed potatoes and bring it over to the table, figuring she could bring the roast and they'd be ready to go. "Thank you again for dinner," he said earnestly, waiting to sit down until she'd come over and done it first. "I hope it helps you feel better, too."