"Yeah. Now we mix it up and eat it," he affirms. While he'd normally use the same pot, now he snags a casserole dish and sets it on the counter, replacing the knives and cutting board, which he tosses into the unoccupied side of the sink. He moves to turn the heat off on all burners, stirring up the vegetables again before stepping away from the stove. "Alright. Make it happen."

He sets out a wooden spoon for her if she needs it, then moves to pull out plates, glasses, and utensils for them. "You're hungry, right? You didn't make all this to take home for later?"