"No worries Sylvee"
I as look outside the window, the snow seems to calm to few flurries at times, at other times falls faster, still not enough has fallen to cover the ground.
Looking at the steamed vegetables, trying some out
"needs some salt"
tastes the meat, to perfection, medium rare to medium, not to overcooked or overspiced
"? would you like to taste it, see if needs anything?"
passing a small piece of meat before adding the rest to serving platter, and passing all to the Sylveon so she can decide how to share with all