Raleigh laughs. "You.... you are a treasure, Leslie Parker. That one is yours, and that means you get to clean it up," she says with a shake of her head. "I signed up to feed you, not to clean your kitchen." She winks, and pokes his calf with her toe from where she's sitting.

"But you want to break those eggs into the saucepan, by the way - not on the floor." It's a little cheeky, that reminder, but she's smiling broadly.