"I think I can manage that," he replied, pulling a knife out of one of the drawers. He summoned over a tomato and an onion and charmed the knife to chopping. While that was going on, he went to rinse the head of lettuce.
She had not yet said anything about their little encounter, which he took as a blessing. He wouldn't say anything either, then. Not a word.
And he almost managed to keep quiet. It was about three seconds until he blurted, "I'm sorry. About before."
He set to shaking the excess water off the lettuce before slicing it up and sending it to the bowl Penny had set out. "Tomato sauce is fine," he replied, and wondered if he could effectively pretend he just hadn't apologized. Again.