It was a pastime, that was for sure, and Caradoc was cooking a lot more than he used to. To him it was calming, and he was finding himself rather good at it, especially cakes. However, he was rather proud of his new skill at cooking bacon perfectly, and he would give himself credit for that. But Doris was absolutely right. "Well, the bacon's good, at least. Took me a while. Everyone else here always burns it," he laughed.
Caradoc grinned as he set the last piece on his finished work, laughing out loud and replying easily, "Baguette. French bread. With pâté. Gotta' make it fancy. And all. . .internationally appropriate and such," he smirked. "I'll practice with carrot sticks, I reckon it's healthier than French food. You can help me, too, or I can pass down the talent to you," he said, meanwhile pushing the bacon Stonehenge over to Doris. "Here, all done, dig in," he encouraged. "Do you want something to drink?"