"Why darlin', I've been cookin'." Aidan answered in a dry tone as he opened the oven and promptly started coughing in the face of the thick fumes coming out of it. Blinking away the tears that the biting fumes had triggered, Aidan straightened up and retreated a little. Obviously saving a person's life was far easier than cooking. Planning a rebellion, too, come to think of it.
"For the record, I'd like ter stress that the salad is okay." Mostly because there was nothing he could burn.