He followed her and then stood there to let her load him up rather like a pack horse with pots and bags and empty jars and things he couldn't even begin to identify. Even with things shrunk down for easier hauling, it seemed like entirely too much stuff for one cooking task. When she was done packing, he was more than ready to move back outside so he could Side-along her right into his own kitchen where he was damned certain there wouldn't be a return of a disapproving father.