"No, no rain," Evan confirmed before taking a bite of his second slice of cake and washing it down with tea. He put the rest of the slice down for a bit, since it was hardly going to run away and he had just eaten a slice. "Perfect kite-flying weather and all," he added sipping the tea, because that he could certainly have more of if it finished. "It was a ship," he informed Ron. "The shape of the kite, I mean," Evan clarified. "Sailing through the sky, pretty cool," he added. It had been pretty cool. Made even wonder what other shapes of kites were there. Maybe he'd see if there were magical versions, there had to be. A dragon would be pretty cool, too.
Oh, yeah, sure, that made sense. Sort of. Evan still wasn't convinced Ron was doing things correctly but at least he could accept that it was probably likely that soup didn't start out wet. "Big chunks of green and two halves of a red onion?" Evan asked suspiciously as he glanced at the counter that Ron was preparing food on. "What next?" He asked expectantly. "Four whole potatoes and the head of a chicken?" Evan was hardly an expert in cooking - hardly - but he was starting to suspect that neither was Ron.