"Okay, but do most people know how to make a wound healing potion? You need frogs," Les asks, looking back at her pointed look with one of his own. These are the things his mother taught him because...well...Les doesn't know a ton about his family's origins, but he guesses they are the same things Rosalie's mother taught her. They passed down magic spells and potion recipes. Not chicken recipes. They were a witch family.

Still he is up to learning what she is here to teach him. Who knows maybe one day he'll need this. If he ever wants to have dinner with April where one of them actually prepares something instead of calling out for Thai. He thinks she may like that...

He claps his hands together, rubbing. "Alright, what's first? Do I need to go catch a frog? Actually I may have one downstairs in the basement..."