Eric came back to the kitchen from the stove and served their food, placing a steaming, fragrant plate in front of Delia.
The simple meal of roasted chicken, potatoes, and greens smelled like heaven. As soon as he dropped her plate on the table and a glass of water, much to Eric's complete and utter surprise, Delia picked up her fork and immediately started eating.
"Oh, this is so good," she said, her voice full of a simple, honest pleasure. "I missed this."
Eric just sat down in his own chair, his own plate completely untouched. Before, she would stare at the food and eat a little while he finishes the remaining. He watched her, a look of stunned surprise on his face. She ate another bite, then another, with a healthy, steady appetite he had never seen from her before.
"Eric, you are such a good cook," she said, looking up at him with a genuine smile. " I don't think I ever got to tell you."
