Bastian tried not to be cross with her when she giggled. He probably looked like a right idiot trying to manage the tool Susan had given him to use. He only held the potato more firmly when she took his hands, he was sure she would end up cutting off his finger. Of course that might have been a fitting punishment for ever getting involved with all this nonsense. But also, he noticed how slim and fine boned Susan's hands were against his. Sure and confident. He found himself staring at her rather than giving his attention to the vegetable.
He would surely have to see it to believe it. Or rather taste the difference of magical over muggle prepared food. Bas almost balked when Susan left him alone with the potatoes but she didn't go far. "Wine?" The look on Sebastian's face was pure relief. "I would love a glass of wine. Please." In that quick glance at the label, he raised his brow and whistled low in appreciation. "Nice vintage. Am I really worth all that?"