"Honey-glazed-" he waved his hand in a vague sort of motion, "-something. I've got a lot of options here. Porgies, bass, or carps. Take your pick."
He'd likely end up making himself something else later; the over-spiced mushrooms from lunch weren't exactly filling, and honey-glazed fish wasn't very much that either. Ah well, he was mostly cooking with her in mind at the moment.