"I know it's nothing extravagant, like you'd make, but I figured it was the thought that count," he admitted to her. Benedict had been trying, if anything, he would at least try to help in making dinner or at least throwing something in a crockpot. He knew that he wasn't the best, but it was the thought that counted.
Though when he saw Alison get weepy, Benedict pulled her into a reassuring embrace, "Oh shush, you didn't keep me from my work at all. I just chose to work on a few projects that some of the locals had commissioned," he told her, "plus, the last of the finishing touches of the art studio are finally done. Maybe I can hopefully open it up for lessons sometime next week."