"You do something nice for me everyday by not touching anything! The only thing worthless in here is the mug that should not have been broken," he grumbled, tossing his own handful of broken pieces as well. They'd been on the topic before. Nothing had ever been expected of her and she had made her disdain for the continuation of that in the past. However, he had completely brushed it aside despite also telling her to actually do something at the same time. When it came to his life and his home, he preferred her to do nothing. Her being there was different enough and he didn't have money to toss around on even food if she decided to get creative. The stew smelled good, but he was dreading the thought of what had been used to make it.
Michel let out a loud sigh, grouchily grumbling a number of complaints and insults to himself as he tossed his hat and coat on his bed. "There's nothing nice about it!!" He didn't look up at her as he crossed the room again to retrieve the bag he left by the door. "No one who works so late wants to come back to a mess! What was going through your head?!" Okay, so now he was shouting unnecessarily. But that was one way to relieve stress.