She was grumpy. They could have ordered take out but Mrs. Delaney next door had already remarked in the nicest way possible that she 'thought it strange that a woman with no children and no professional obligations seemed unable to find the time to cook dinner' and that perhaps she could help Misty by offering her a cook book.
As chilly as it was in the shade of that passing comment Misty didn't want the attention on the pair of them. The last thing they needed was a nosey neighbor that as soon as Misty's back was turn could be raiding the medicine cabinet or worse discover the arsenal in the nursery.