She laughed a little when he stopped himself from saying the word, "I was not trying to be rude, really. I did not even think I hinted at dismay - but apparently my face is easier to read than I give myself credit for."
Mila stood up and went into the kitchen, clammering around for a few minutes while she gathered up the bowls and things to cook with. "I thought you were going to say something about divination - palm reading and all that foolishness." She turned in the doorway, pausing before she opened the fridge to take out the chicken, and waved a large knife at him, "I would have cut your hands right off."