She moves away and there are more things to look at, that distract her in the short line from the kitchen to the dining room. At least, where she's being watched, she doesn't pry at it too much or get too thorough in moving anything about. Her hands firmly kept to herself. It's enough to help her stay awake at least.

Then she takes her seat, hands settled in her lap. Politely waiting and she keeps quiet for a moment to just let him cook. "Normally men without wives are quite at the mercy of their relatives. You seem perfectly adjusted. Is that normal too?"