"I'll bet it can," he agreed, watching eagerly as she started to cut that roast, breathing deep to get as much of the aroma into his nose as he could. She insisted that he sit, so after a second or two more he did - he supposed he was a guest, after all, and he'd better let her be a hostess. "Two or three is fine for now," he said - oh, yes, he'd definitely want seconds, but too much more than that to start and he'd just seem rude. The food wasn't going anywhere, and neither was either of them.

She got everything served out quickly and moved to sit across from him; he still waited for her to get started, though she said - for his benefit, he was sure - that it was the first time she'd ever made him dinner. "Well... I hope it's not the last," he said honestly, watching her from across the table. "Not only does it look like the best meal I've seen in a long time, but the company just can't be beat. Go ahead, you make sure to eat plenty, too."