To be honest? Shadow wasn't overly fond of the evening either. He never had Miriam cook for him and it wasn't because she couldn't taste things. For him? The man would rather his wife do what she enjoyed and cooking, he's sure, wasn't it. No, she preferred her experiments and he had no problem with that. Maybe they'd just have to use food as an experiment tonight. So, he doesn't watch what she puts in the casserole. If it was good then good and if it wasn't... well, that's on him. He wouldn't put it on her.
Moving over toward her he can't help but give a soft smile," Do you need or want anything tonight? Once everything is settled." Once they get through with the stupid dinner.