He's sure the best expert she knows, so she nods as she slides up onto a stool herself.

"I'll tell you everything I know. It's not much, but it's enough for you to get a start on it, easy."

He's such a smart kid, he'll probably grasp the whole thing about a million times faster than she did.

But first, she waits, expectant, for the Bar to do her thing, and she doesn't disappoint: hell, she even offers up a hot chocolate for Emma, too, in a way fancier cup than usual, handle curved into a gracefull scroll and thin porcelain decorated with pretty designs.

The cookies look pretty good, too.

She doesn't notice right away, though: she's too busy watching Henry, her own smile impossible to push away. "Pretty awesome, right?"