Charlie leans back against a counter, smiling at Teja, on the cusp of laughing. "You don't live on that, trust me. You can cook, you just don't know it as much. All of the things that you listed, knowing how to mull wine, make bread or roast meat; that's cooking."

He lays a hand on Teja's shoulder lightly. "Things have changed a bit, from only women learning to cook. And you're not making me do anything that I wouldn't ordinarily; if we're hungry, I'll cook something. It's not difficult."