"My favorite?" he grinned down at her, pulling her into a bear hug. "I've got my favorite right here." He squeezed and then released her, but not before he gave her another kiss.
"You're going to spoil me if you keep this up," he teased. Jay was excited to attack the meal waiting for him, but he wanted her to know how much he appreciated her cooking for him--so that maybe she'd keep it up if she wanted. And, he reflected, because she deserves the thanks.
"You going to come eat with me?" Sometimes she ate her dinner before him because she got home so much earlier, but other times she'd wait on purpose or get distracted with the "wedding stuff" and then they'd eat together.