"You got most of it? Like thirty percent at least." Ned commented, trying to sound lighthearted as he stepped around Digby to turn off the still-flaming burner and shut the fridge door, turning on the actual overhead lighting instead. The man didn't seem drunk or drugged but maybe he was extremely high-functioning, until it came to kitchen utensils.
"Digby...come on, leave him." Digby seemed a little put-out but he did leave Regulus alone, circling back around the kitchen to settle on the floor where Ned usually fed him. "Do you want help?"