Well, that was technically accurate. Any food made in a casserole dish was a casserole. Much like how any mix of food with a sauce could technically be called a salad.

Priestly gaped at the kitchen. "Did you use every dish you own?" His tone was more sort of baffled and vaguely awe-struck than judgey. He kept to a very strict stance of non-judgement. Just -- how many pans did she need?

"I'm sure Jaime loved it?"