Kevin looked over his shoulder at Melanie, who had been looking at them until he turned, then quickly went back to her work. "I'm afraid I can't promise that, my friend. Hold on." He stuck his head into the kitchen and shouted, which tended to be his normal tone of voice in there.
"Oi, Mel!" She all but jumped to attention at the sound of his voice. "You're going to be all right, yeah? I don't need to put in to child care for spare nappies tonight, am I?" She shook her head, afraid to speak. "Yeah, and do take care not to mash your fingers in the pasta roller, the only red I want is the marinara, not bodily fluids!" He turned back, rolling his eyes a little as he did. "Bloody nice girl, but afraid of her own shadow. Don't worry though, she knows what she's doing." He chucked Nik on the shoulder a little before resuming his stern look. "Now, get an apron and cap, and get to work, yes?"