Momentarily saved from the frustration of watching people fussing about barely eloquent quips thrown rudely at each other as a means of distraction from the somewhat interesting dishes they are supposedly preparing (which he takes several mental notes about), he gets off the couch and steps into the question to help - with his wife's disposition, first.

"Dearest, you know she can't hold a candle to anything you do." He approaches her, resting his hands on her shoulders and leaning in to kiss her cheek. "And your lemon squares are the best in town."