"Uh, yeah," Sam agreed, "all the cooking is gonna be handled by me, sorry." Sam paused. "I mean, good job on the eggs? Go, Ruby, go?" Sam grinned at her, hands smoothing over her own gently. She didn't seem to be crying anymore, which was good. He was doing something right here. "Look, we can be as normal as we want to be, okay? We'll be our level of normal. No kids, kids - it doesn't matter. And, hey, if you're really looking to fulfill this adorable idea that you've gotta be the stereotype housewife - which, by the way, you don't need to do at all, because I find the idea of a crazy demon wife so much more sexy - gimme a couple minutes to rest up and finish my coffee here. Then help me get down to the kitchen, because I'm pretty sure that staircase is going to royally kick my ass. I'll let you cook your eggs and I'll show you how to fry up a couple pancakes. Deal?"
If nothing else, sitting back and watching Ruby try to successfully make pancakes would make for a good laugh.