At his rather decisive answer, Hannah chuckled softly, glancing at him with amusement shining in her eyes. She found that she liked his answer--she had a nasty habit of always spilling soup on her if she tried eating it at the couch and so tended to eat at the table. And, well, she still preferred eating dinner at a table, anyway, a carryover from her childhood--family dinners every night around the table, talking to one another about the things going on in their lives. Her brother still came by once a week for them to catch up over dinner, but she wondered if she'd ever be able to recreate that treasured childhood tradition with a family of her own.
Which was a ridiculous thought to be having just then, and she pushed it away as she glanced toward Theo, noticing him quietly poking around and realizing he must be looking for the spoons.
"There," she offered, motioning to the right drawer where she had a set of deep soup spoons that would work perfect. "Beef and barley," she answered a beat later, hoping he wouldn't mind it. He wasn't a vegetarian, she hoped!