When Ashleigh told him it would be more efficient if she helped, Higgs did push the chopping board her way. It seemed, to Higgs, that there came a point when resisting help was about as rude as accepting it, so he was going to let her chop up the onions of she so wished. Both because it would be helpful and because Higgs hated chopping up onions. "One of two more, yes," he agreed slightly teasingly. "And you can have a tour," Higgs added with a small smile.
Higgs had paused to listen to her explanation, frowning slightly at the mention of war. Or, well, in Ashleigh's case, researching resistance movements from recent wars. Higgs had heard mentions of a war-that-never-was from others, too, and it had made him wonder. No one really knew what the war had been or how it had gone, not really, but there seemed to be bits and pieces of information everywhere that made Higgs wonder what his memories would be, if he had any. Other than being married to Lydia, presumably.
"I suppose it's still unsettling, nightmares or no nightmares," Higgs commented. He knew that Ashleigh got anxious. It was just one of those things he had come to accept as not something he would be able to influence. He tried, of course, to never be a reason for that anxiety, but that, too, didn't always succeed. Leaving the army was probably somewhat helpful, there were plenty of people in Higgs' life who found that particular choice much less anxiety-causing these days. At her question of whether she would normally eat with him, even if only out of politeness, Higgs hummed. "I think so," he told her honestly. Ashleigh was many things, but at least some of those things were politeness and social obligation. Turning down dinner when visiting someone's house didn't seem much of either. "Have you been having trouble eating?" Higgs asked tilting his head slightly as he looked at her.