"So, what you're saying is that you'd love it if I learned to make pie, any kind of pie, and that you'd be perfectly happy if you came home and there was a rhubarb pie waiting," Michael nodded soberly and taking a sip from his wine glass. He was thrilled to see that there wasn't much food left at all, knowing politeness only went so far and never went as far as having seconds.

He was going to have to go looking for more recipes.