It only took a few moments for him to stir up the marinade, and he left the bowl on the counter when he turned to glance at the chicken, using his wand to flip them over so they would continue to cook evenly.
That done, he turned his attention back to Astoria, moving to come up beside her and glance down at her work. "It's like art in a way," he murmured, looking at the orange, green and red peppers next to the bright yellow lemon slices. "With the bright colors and the way you arrange them all." He chuckled lowly. "Art for the mouth."