She didn't mind him moving closer at all, moving around him and laying light little touches here or there with her arm or hip as she brushed by. Yes, the oil was not something that she'd want landing on naked dwarf skin, so stay away, Fili.

But she listened to his explanation, nodding at the mashed potatoes, having done similar recipes herself. She wondered idly how he'd take to scalloped potatoes, putting that on a list of things to make for him later, along with shepherd's pie and lasagna. Big, hearty dishes that could be shared with large groups. Maybe she'd bring something over for him, his brother, and the other one he shared his home with. She made a pleased hum at the sound of roast boar, remembering a few she'd had herself. "Mm, maybe we'll have to see if we can't go hunt down some boar. I wouldn't mind that at all."

She paused a little when he trailed off, a brow lifting in curiosity. "For what? When you got sick? I think that's a sort of universal mom-thing. Chicken soup or stew is pretty much a go-to for moms with sick kids."

Flipping the chicken over in the pan, she felt the sizzle and burn as a few pops of oil landed on her stomach and side, ignoring it for the most part beyond a flinch, then going to line a plate with paper towel. "What's your favorite dessert? Here or home?"