He's fated to be surrounded by women who can do this to him.

Which, really, is not a bad life if he thinks about it.

"Huh. And we'd use it in breads and porridge, too," he muses--and then gives her an abashed grin for the... sort-of compliment. Different, eh.

"I'm not even a quarter the cook my cousin is; this one's just so simple I was able to work it out on my own. He'd already be making whatever it is they like best around here."