Brend just grinned behind his shoulder at the man. No wonder Mere had gotten flustered. "And if you're offended by swearing, let me know, and I'll reseat you." He hummed a little to himself as he kneaded dough, moving to run it through the pasta press, looking up to make sure Pete had things handled.
In about eight minutes, Brend moved to present a bowl of puttanesca in front of the man, grinning. "I hope you like anchovies. I love them with the capers."