Family dinners weren't the kind of thing he generally cared to remember. His mother had been scary, his father not the best. He and his sisters had often been pitted against each other, and so the shy boy had not always fared well.
But he did like the thought of sitting down for dinner with her.
While he was looking though, he did take a moment just to look at her, and he was surprised at the tug of want he felt when looking at her, head tipped down over the soup. It was a domestic thing almost completely unfamiliar to him.
"Ah, that sounds good. It's getting to be a bit chill out once the sun is down right now, so very comforting to have that." He dug her spoons out of the drawer she indicated, and he found the glasses on the first try, eliciting a triumphant sound.