Seeing the dejected way that she responded to his light teasing, Ernie felt a little bad for giving her a hard time. It had been all meant in the best of spirits, he had not meant for her to feel self-conscious of her cooking abilities, at all.
Massaging his forehead, he felt a headache threatening to come on, as they seemed to tread over ground that had already been argued between the pair of them before. It didn’t seem to matter how much that he tried to reassure her it was perfectly fine she couldn’t cook, it still seemed to get to her.
Moving behind her as she sat at the table, his fingers began to gently massage her shoulders, trying his best to release some of the tension that she was holding. “It’s fine, Daph, I swear to you. I mean, you do the laundry and the cleaning, I’m happy to take the cooking. I mean, if you knew how crap I was at doing my own laundry as a bachelor, you’d realise what a big thing that is for me alone” he joked, trying to make light of the situation. “Now, are you going to tell me whats really up?”