Presto nodded, listening, watching her. "Makes sense. Whatever you think is best, I'll do." He trusted her as he trusted few people left in his life.
"I'm not good at cooking at all. I mostly hire people too." He chuckled.
"I never really noticed like, how many people worked for my parents, until I had to run things." He sighed a little, eyes going distant and then he shook his head.