"E tiritùppete – ttùppete-" He pivots on one heel, turning to go back to rolling out more of the gnocchi as his audience makes herself known. With great emphasis. "Ah, cooking? Making pasta, specifically."

He rolls off yet another of the small dumplings, setting it next to it's brothers as he carefully dusts his arms clear over the table where it might settle on the pasta, rather than go to waste on the table or the floor. "You are the lady that usually prepares our meals, yes? Marvelous! Today you get to take a rest, I will handle the lunch. It is a bit different from the usual hearty stews, and they are quite hearty and delicious but-"

As he speaks he sweeps to the mulled wine, ladling out a cup, collecting a chair to offer both to her. "Sit, drink, enjoy the warmth."