"I'll keep that in mind," he said as pleasant as he could. The truth was he'd love to have lessons from Patience in that regard. He had more free time then he ever liked to have and filling it with at least some form of productive hobby would have been a blessing. And being able to make some baked goods wasn't necessarily much but it would have made him feel at least like he was contributing in his and Dora's relationship.
"I'm alright in a kitchen, at least when it comes to actual cooking. I'm not very handy in the skills of baking, though I'd really like to change that."
"Fred?" He then asked, having latched onto that name instantly and with a hint of worry. "You have a werewolf friend named Fred?" He then expounded upon as a look of confusion crossed over his expressions. He instantly thought of Fred Weasley, simply because it was the only Fred he knew in his circle of friends, and Fred was the only wolf he associated with aside from Patience. Clearly, he knew of other werewolves (Fenrir being a prime example), but none that he'd ever trust or consider to be friendly.