Agatha smiled and helped herself to another. A gentleman [i]and[/i] humble! She was pleased as a cockroach in a compost pile; spending time with him in his natural element, away from the pesky influence of his troublesome siblings, she just kept seeing more and more of his real self. 

"Maybe he should learn to cook for himself, so he doesn't have to steal yours," she commented lightly. "Though I suppose he might not want to risk failing to compare to you."