"No, it's done," Hestia replied, charming the food to float over and land on the hot-plates she had sitting on the table. She followed. Magic was fantastic for things like keeping your hands free, or not burning yourself. Once there she leaned over with the spoon in her hand (one of those claw kind) and started dishing out pasta.
Just in time to glance up and see Charlie sneaking a cookie. "Hey!" Hes smirked a little, standing upright. One hand fell to her hip and the other shook the spoon at her husband. "Dinner and then dessert. You know the rules, mister." She smirked a bit, trying to at least sound playful in light of everything that had been happening.