Sam shrugged. He was a country boy raised on good home made food. He sort of had refined tastes that way. Besides, he was just old fashioned enough that having a gal make a dish special for him made it better anyway.
"Well, I'll try to eat as much as I can," he assured. "Wouldn't want any of it to go to waste." That was important, after all.
He chuckled at the threat. "She already fussin' at me over the internets," he admitted. "I told her I was fine, but I don't think she believes me. Especially since I'm still down here."