You say that now, just you wait until you see the mess I'll make when fightin' with the pie crust.

( he's a fair hand at bakin' an' cookin' an' all that, but lordy does pie crust hate him somethin' fierce. ain't never figured out why. it was one thing his momma's ghost never passed along to him.

but enough about that. he jumps right into the prep work, quick an' efficient-like. it's clear he ain't shy about this manner'a work, for all that it was thought to be a woman's prerogative back in his relative day an' age. he don't really bother about specific measurements, simply addin' things by feel an' sense. though at one point — )

Don't suppose you've got any vanilla on hand, huh?