Marco stared at the butter knife that had ended up in front of him. He wasn't really sure why Jack was so excited over the fact that he remembered butter, but then again, Marco supposed he wasn't really known for... Well, anything that had to do with cooking. He made a face as he tried to remember how much butter. "Uh... Was it a cup?" he asked, already sure that he was wrong as soon as the words left his mouth. "It doesn't... look... like there's a cup measurement on the paper," he muttered to himself.