It probably said plenty about their situation that Owen wasn't entirely convinced their evening could be relaxing. He was certainly hoping that it would be, because Owen didn't want to have to leave when he had Cecilia sitting there, in that uniform. It felt like they really ought to enjoy things now, because who knew what tomorrow would bring?
"This is great," Owen said, motioning to his plate once he realized he was staring at her. "Assuming everything goes smoothly tomorrow, I'll cook diner." It might lose him points, being the 'husband', and cooking, but Owen didn't mind that too much. "This is probably the first time in a long time I've enjoyed coming home from work."