He watches carefully as she moves the pan from the heat, stirring viciously. He is surprised to see just how similar it is to his potion making. Though the smell of the buttery eggs makes his mouth water, whereas most of his magical concoctions never really have that effect. There is something he enjoys about potions; it is tactile and allows him to use his hands. He has never considered that cooking could give him that same feeling.

Glancing at the fridge he finds the cheese she needs and places it on the counter. "You know when I make potions there is usually a spell to follow. You giving me all these instructions right? What're they called....cookbooks?" He smiles holding out the pack of cheese.