She tuts.<br/>"Good.....just good.....wear my fingers to the bone slaving over a hot stove for hours on end trying to please the man I love and all I get is Good......"<br/><br/>She sighs, taking a drink of her perfectly OK coffee.<br/>"I'm just cut the the wick, I may never use that stove ever again now.....it's tainted with just 'good'"