That smile of his never seemed to falter; the man literally wearing it almost every day. It's wasn't always just a mask, yet even the man who seemed to be charm personified had his rough days too. Thankfully this wasn't one of them. He enjoyed getting to chat with the agents, and being able to lend a hand too. So as she gazed at his smile, Eric's smile brightened a little more.
"Excellent. I'm aware that you've already got your hands full with helping run the kitchen, so perhaps just an hour a week or so would do for now. Of course we'll see about scheduling it for after the dinner cleanup, so there will be no rush or pressure on you." With a nod to himself Hawthorne made another mental note. After taking another sip from his cup the handler spoke up softly once more. "Speaking of the kitchen, how goes it here? Anything I can do to make things easier for you in that department?"