"He did?" May asked, canting her head in Jason's direction before taking a sampling of the dish. She chewed slowly and wondered if he bothered to ask her son for a recipe. "Hm."
The sound from her throat was noncommittal, but she had suggestions in mind after she tried the vegetables on the side. He did put some effort, at least, though she wondered how he could manage to cook in that chair. Was his kitchen built lower to the ground, did he have a special stool, or is his style of making meals supervising others? She made a note to ask.