Kitchens are good for that kind of thing, and Billy's no stranger to them himself. It's a comforting place to be; familiar smells, familiar sounds, always something to help with or something to clean. He's comfortable enough in the house and distracted enough by the conversation he'd just had a short while ago that he misses any slyness in Seifer's smirk, only catching a hint of a smile.

"You guessed right, honestly. It's great. We don't have a ton to work with, but you've made it work. Have you ever heard of latkes? Potato pancakes? I could teach you to make them sometime, if you haven't. Expand your recipe list a little." He wouldn't mind helping out, and of course, the excuse to be over at Number 16 a little more often would not go amiss, either.