He was probably going to need to be told about it for several more years before he actually believed it. But the sentiment was nice, and certainly encouraging. After a good meal, he would do whatever she wanted; curling on the sofa watching whatever she wanted sounded like a little piece of heaven in the middle of that frozen hell, anyway.
Her laugh made Travis' smile grow as he placed her plate in front of her and poured the champagne on her glass, not before making the cork fly to places unknown, and then sat in front of her; the table wasn't too long anyway, so they could easily see each other and talk. If she asked, Travis would tell her she was totally welcome to join him later on the dishwasher, if she needed to reassert her housewife supremacy that much. Although he also liked to wash the dishes. "They made faces when they tried to think about us having a 'romantic night'", said with a small laugh as he filled his cup. "Although they did wish me luck, those considerate brats." As if he needed luck. (He totally needed it, and was going to thank them later, mind you.)