Eowyn smiles warmly, walking to join him. "I am glad to have a husband who does not think it beneath him to manage a meal," she says approvingly. She already knew this about him, but it is worth mentioning anew.

She leans up and kisses his cheek. "Go tend yourself for a time, if you wish, while I keep an eye on this." Though there is not so much to do, aside from stir it now and then and be sure it does not burn on the borrom.