"See? Feisty." He grins, but does as he's asked, grabbing the weird scale-thing from the shelf and placing it on the counter by the bowls and ingredients she's gathered.

"Flavoured butter exists? That's...an actual thing?" He sounds in awe, like this is magic. Pure magic. Screw what his family thought magic consisted of, it's flavoured fucking butter. "I want that. I want all of that." It seems a lot less like 'begging' because he's helping her make something, and he's actually looking forward to their dinner. He gives her a nod. "You certainly were right, Raleigh."