"Good," she said, coming back in with a pan of chicken pot pie filling with biscuits on top. "And there's plenty, so help yourself." She then smacked herself in the forehead. "Which would be easier if there was a spoon..."
She headed back into the kitchen again. "I had a roommate like that at Uni," she said, rummaging through drawers. "Poor girl really wanted to try, but she'd burn water. So I cooked and she cleaned, worked out for everyone." She came back in with a serving spoon, which she stuck in the chicken. "OK. Better."