That made her feel worse. Her own husband, whom she was supposed to feed, teaching her how to cook! That was unheard of. And it wasn't as if her mother and Maggie hadn't tried to teach her. But it was one thing to know how to make things, and quite another to actually make them.

She avoided his eye and bit her lip, picking up pieces of scattered fish and scattered pride alike. "Aye, let's eat somewhere else," she replied, ignoring the other suggestion." She rose to throw the fish and pieces of vegetable out. How long before Andrew would regret their marriage? Perhaps he already did. "How was your day?" she tried to continue her good wife part, because there was nothing else to do but try.