"In general!" Michel used one of the larger spoons to scoop some of the stew into a bowl before setting it down in front of her. All things considered, it really didn't look or smell that offensive. If it weren't for the fact that he was too busy being needlessly frustrated over a broken mug, he probably would've been more willing to admit he thought it looked fine. Hopefully it tasted just as good.
Filling his own bowl, he finally sat down and looked over at her. "If you're that damn miserable here just keeping to yourself, then what do you want to do? I don't want to come home to a surprise of broken dishes again."