"No, no," he said honestly and then pulled her into a hug. "I can feed the both of us iffin ye want ta give up cookin', darlin'. I didn't marry ye for yer cookin', I married ye because ye're a good woman and I enjoy bein' around ye." He rubbed her back softly, hoping she didn't take it as a demand for her to stop cooking, but rather presenting it as an option.