That he wasn't accustomed to serving his own meals was evident, but not surprising. She hadn't looked into his past when she'd read his books, but she'd known he'd come from money; it was one of the reasons she'd been worried about working with him. She was never comfortable around the very wealthy, since she always thought they could see through her charade.
She spooned sauce onto her own plate, then she reached across the table and took his, doing a much neater job with the pasta than he had done and putting it back down in front of him. "I suspect you're a quick study," she said with a warm smile, her words just a little teasing.