"One of my family's old recipes," he said lightly, trying to pull her back into it.

He watched her hand go to the necklace, frowning a bit at that.

"It still needs the celery, so you can keep on with that," he told her, moving to the fridge, because movement was good. Checking what they had, he was pleased to see sausage, and pulled the chicken out.

"Ric, you're on chicken duty--cut it into chunks, then you're going to saute it with onions and peppers, which I'll take care of."