I made dinner tonight, b/c Herr Dr. Delagar took the kid to Aikido. I made a fine recipe Zelda gave me, involving chicken, sweet potatoes, cumin, olive oil, and slow baking. Filled the house with an excellent smell.
So after dinner I ask HDD, "How'd you like dinner?"
"It was really good," he says, sounding utterly sincere.
One long beat.
"Next time let me cook," he adds, with no change in tone at all.