Was that really proper, to offer a meal to someone and then make them cook it themselves? Malachi's expression did not outwardly shift, even as his thoughts began to jumble. He walked through the kitchen again, giving it a good glance about, and stopped once he'd neared Mister Tully.

"No, I can help," he insisted. If Mister Tully didn't want him to do it all himself, then he would at least assist. Malachi found two aprons, and though he wasn't really sure if they were dirty or clean, he tossed one to Mister Tully.

"I'll admit I haven't been in here yet. Whatever suits you, though, I'll help you make. I'm certain there's enough."