"Oh, I am not passing this up for pizza," Karen says with a laugh. If all of this tastes half as good as it smells, then she's sure it will be great. They can order pizza any night. This isn't entirely unusual, but rare enough that she still doesn't want to let all the work he's done here go to waste, especially since it's not like she's about to cook a big meal like this anytime soon. Though she's not sure how he got it in his head to do this now, it is a nice change from their usual takeout routine.

She spears some lettuce with a fork to take a bite of salad, asking a moment later, "You said you made the dressing, too?"