He found a steady rhythm to his chopping, easily able to avoid cutting himself and carry on a conversation at the same time. Maybe he was getting the hang of this kitchen thing after all. "Oh, definitely. I'm a bit of a perfectionist myself, actually."
Bran raised his eyebrows at her expression. "Something wrong?" Either the had a problem with fortune tellers or she'd remembered something that related to a fable, although he had a hunch it was the latter.