"Want some help?" he offers the younger witch.

"You have earned yourself potato scrubbing duty." She hands him a sack of potatoes. "Like six of those."

"Yes, ma'am."

Scrubbing commences.

She defrosts frozen meat by magic. "When those are clean dry them off and put them in here." "Here" is a sort of vegetable roasting cage.

He is a dutiful minion.

"How'd the magic thing go?"

"Went fine. Not especially interesting but we sometimes have to do stuff like that to keep things like the clan subscription to Denny's."

"Makes sense. What's witch apprenticeship like? What do you, like, apprent?"

"...magic. She teaches me magic. More than most witches bother with."

"But—okay that's two things—she just teaches you spells, or the components, or both things, and how's design fit, and when, and what do you mean more than most witches bother with that's what witches do!"

"Dude, witches are people, we do not have all the same profession and hobbies. Some witches just know enough magic to make their life as a gardener or a knife fighting instructor or a housewife a little easier. Metis teaches me broader principles of magic and how to extrapolate to build new spells."

"I know, I know, I'm sorry, it's just," and he shakes his head. "So cool."

"Yup!" She totes all the food out to the backyard fire pit. She starts the fire by magic.

Her minion follows after her.

Presently she's got everything cooking away.

Does she need any more help?

He can mince garlic.

He can!

And it can go on the venison and the greens at the end and they can all eat. Metis pours herself some wine.

Sadde wonders if she gets drunk easily. He doesn't drink, himself, so he'll just eat.

Isabella doesn't take any but Metis is drinking relatively slowly and might have the sense not to finish the bottle.

...hm. It would be immature to drink some just to encourage Metis.

On the other hand...

He grabs a glass, why not.

Luca does not visibly express his feelings about this but boy does he have some.

Isabella gets a brick of dark chocolate chopped up for dessert.

Does that go with wine? He has no idea. He's actually never had wine before. It tastes better than he'd expected, adjusting for alcohol.

Ultimately he doesn't convince Metis to get drunk. She goes out on a night flight, not wobbling in the air at all.