"Probably," he agreed with a sheepish grin, ducking the second half of his cookie in his milk and finishing it off. As she ambled off, he turned back to the stove top to finish the filling for the lemon bars and a quickly muttered spell later, the bars were ready to be placed in the oven. Once that was done, he stepped back, ready for a little bit of a break.
He looked over as Penny examined the contents of the basket. "It..is. There's..a lot of stuff in there, too." Which, he realized belatedly, she could probably tell for herself.