The smell of food reached his nostrils before Daniel had even reached the bottom of the stairs, and a most welcome smell it was too - even though he was hard pressed to figure out exactly what it was that was being cooked out in the kitchen. Still, warm food was warm food - he was never a fussy eater, having been brought up by his parents to be thankful for what he was given and had therefore developed a wide ranging palate.<br/><br/>He smiled as he entered the kitchen - a slightly weary smile, but a smile none the less as he watched Michelle in front of the cooker, wooden spoon in hand much like a conductor before her orchestra directing a rather unusual symphony. 'I wouldn't worry about it - it sure smells good whatever it is, and my experience with food has been that if it smells good then it tastes good.'<br/><br/>Making his way over to the fridge, he took out a carton of pineapple juice and poured some into a tall glass that he retrieved from the worktop to one side of the fridge - sliding the full glass along the counter towards Michelle before pouring himself a drink into another glass and returning the carton to its refrigerated home. 'Besides - I was always brought up to acknowledge the fact that you never belittled someone else's attempt to do you a favour. Especially not when they have a hot saucepan to hand...'