After Juliette had, very carefully, added in the pasta, Theo reached over and adjusted the flame below the pot to a heat he felt was adequate. He eyed the stock pot for a moment before moving away again. "Make sure it doesn't stick to the bottom," he suggested. Theo kept the time in his head for how long the pasta would need to cook.
"Aye," he said simply, content with her answer. There was more than enough for the two of them, and he'd even thought enough to buy a baguette for accompaniment as well--that would serve as a reasonable dinner, in his estimation. Theo gestured at the sauce with the spoon, a pleasant aroma wafting up from the skillet as the concoction continued to simmer. "Tomatoes from the south, roasted garlic, onion, olive oil, basil, oregano, marjoram, dash of salt," he growled out each ingredient as if it was all very serious, pausing only when he felt it was more information than she could possibly need or have use for. Theo shrugged. "Simple sauce."