He clenched his left hand around the carving fork and bit down on his lower lip as he heard her litany of issues carry to him from the living room. "How about all of the above....?" he muttered under his breath and forced himself to carve the chicken from the bone instead of hacking it off in frustration. With the meat neatly stacked on the serving platter, he tossed the salad in a light raspberry vinaigrette and said nothing until he was ready to carry the food to the table. "Dinner is served...." was all he said as he went to retrieve the wine and lead Ella to the dining table.