He watched, admiring her every movement, her confidence in baking, how much she knew the craft. It was good that she enjoyed it, something she was so skilled at.

"Of course, I'll grate it." It was hardly an arduous task and he would do anything for her. If it was something she disliked then she should not have to do it.

"I'd like that, I feel I want to know everything about you and yet I only know your name."

Not much at all.