Daisy cooked away, humming softly to herself and muttering various instructions as she always did. She wasn't self-conscious enough to realize that that might be something that other people found weird. Once the pesto had been whirred up with a fun little charm, she used a small amount of it and some spices to favor the chicken which she then threw in a skillet to sizzle away. Then she put a large pot of water with salt on the back burner to boil. While watching the chicken carefully, she assembled the rest of the salad and made a dressing from olive oil, vinegar, lemon juice, mustard, salt, pepper, and garlic. Then she took the chicken off the stove to cool slightly before tipped the contents of a box of spaghetti into the now bubbling pot of water. Then she set a timer charm that would cause he wand to ring in ten minutes when the pasta ought to be close to done.
Going to the other side of the island, she slipped her arms around Edward from behind as he perched on his stool, propping her chin on his shoulder to peer at what he was doing. "That can't be an eight, darling," she said after a moment, poking at a square. "Because that one has to be the eight, so that's the four."