[And after a few more moments of poking... done! Lucas will flip the whole thing onto a plate and hand it to Margot.]

I guess it's impossible for me to ever be as good, then. Dad just never cooked at all, so I think I'm already better than him.

...Ah -- You have nieces and nephews, Miss Margot?

[He tries to keep his voice light, aware that he was treading on some thin ice.]