"Yeah, it's all right," he said with a dismissive shrug, as had become his habit. Most of the time he managed to remember that it wasn't worth arguing about - well, some of the time. And he'd had half the day off, so he was in a frame of mind to let it go. He knew it was stupid, because it would just keep building up the way it always did, but it was pretty easy to forget when he was in a decent mood.
He turned to deposit the groceries in the kitchen, happily discarding his pasta plans for lamb chops. "I'll make the salad?" he offered hopefully, giving the chops a poke through the wrapping. He couldn't burn salad, overcook it or carve it up wrong. Once you set the lettuce to breaking itself up, it wasn't so hard at all. "And watch, and you can teach me how not to ruin marinade." Not bloody likely.