"No requests - I'm sure I'll love whatever you make." He paused. "Well, unless it has squash in it." He made a face, but then softened it by sticking his tongue out at her.
"Consider me your personal chauffeur, butler, and all around handy person. I will carry your bags, taste your food, and even tuck you in at night. Some people would give their right arms to have me at their beck and call, you know."
Sure in the wizarding world a severed limb could be regrown, but it didn't change the sentiment.