Sally wrinkled her nose. It seemed a bit insulting to constantly rely on muggle things. "Please. I don't need any help. I can cook you under the table any day," she insisted, taking a sip of wine and pulling out her wand from her apron pocket.
"You just sit there and look pretty while I actually get things done." And things were going well as she cracked and whisked eggs, as she rolled out pastry dough and set up pans. But she stumbled when it was time to caramelize her onions. "How in bloody hell do I turn this thing on?" She muttered.