"No need for that, cause it'd be a waste of nice hands. Sure there are better things you could do with them." Now that he looked at them, Jake did have nice hands.
"Well if you were working long hours, you probably had better things to do with your free time than worry about housekeeping anyway. You had to have some fun, right, or you'd have gone barmy without letting off steam. Having a House Elf to help must have been nice though. We didn't have any, or don't. Well, Gramp and Grandy do, but not my folks."
"You wanna roll out the dough for the meat one, and I'll do for the veg, should be warm enough?" He sprinkled cornmeal on the butcher block. "That way it won't stick and we don't have to add extra flour."
"So," he took a sip of his own wine..."How bout you pick a topic, anything you want to talk about, that way I don't tread where I shouldn't. Kinda of bad Creevey habit, that is. Can even ask questions, I don't have any secrets. Just think I'd like to know you better but don't want to touch on a sore topic or anything."