“How did you decide what to serve for dinner tonight?” He gestured at the berries and nuts that were left from the meal.
“Well, it wasn’t magic. The zoology department helped a lot,” I explained.
He looked startled, then roared with laughter. “You asked the zoology department what to make me for dinner?”
“Not exactly,” I said defensively. “There were raw-food recipes on the Net, but I got stuck after I bought the meat. They told me what gray wolves ate.”
Matthew shook his head, but he was still smiling, and my irritation dissolved. “Thank you,” he said simply. “It’s been a very long time since someone made me a meal.”