Pervert, huh? Well. Maybe sometimes. He wouldn't argue there. Grinning in spite of himself, Sam dug into his food and raised his brows at her comment. "I was just doing what she told me to do," Sam told her, shaking his head, "she did all the hard stuff." It had been an amusing thing indeed, having Sam uselessly wander around the kitchen trying to help with everything, even though he hadn't the first clue on how to help out in the first place. He got the feeling that his Mom got irritated with him at one point, what with him shadowing her every move, but Sam had been eager to do his part. He figured she knew that much either way.
"Anyway, I think what you meant to say was that maybe my Mom needs to help ME cook more often."