[Cordelia Harrison]

Cordelia blinked in surprised. A man that could cook?! That was something that she had never heard of. It was rather different, but then again she admired it.

"Cook? Really? That is so amazing! My father hates it when I cook. I am so horrid at it. I burn everything. I try following the my mother's receipes, but alas. . . they always fail. If only my mother had the patience to show me when she was alive. Then again, I was far too rowdy. Mayonette, Thomas, and I would always try to go and catch frogs and things of that nature. I was just far too busy learning then to sit still and watch dough rise," she said with a small laugh.

She saw how his eyes darkened at the memories. At what she was told. She placed her hand over his and gave it a gentle squeeze.

"Parents love us. They just have very different ways of showing it. I am sure your father was proud of you, no matter what you did. He just couldn't show it to you because their generation just has that problem of showing their affection for their children," Cordelia pointed out.