"Then you'll enjoy it even more when you get to do it again." He shrugged. He wouldn't really know. He had, he was more than willing to admit, not done a lot of cooking in his time.
He chuckled, reaching across and placing a hand on her stomach, grinning at the feel of the force of the kick beneath his palm. "She is certainly strong, isn't she?" It was more a rhetorical question than anything. "It is a pleasure to meet you, little Audrey Grace," he spoke to the would be fighter who was attacking his hand. The name sounded almost formal the way he said it, with his accent. "I am told a great many people anxiously await your arrival. Including your Mother, who you are currently using as target practice."