Sunny visibly faltered for a moment at that. It wasn't that she couldn't--didn't--do the same thing, only it was something she saved for the times she was too tired or too short of time to cook. It was one of many marks of her Lamb upbringing and family. She had to know how to do things without magic, and to her the question was more why do things with magic that don't need magic for the doing?

It should not have bothered her much at all, but she was trying to share something of herself with him, and there was always a kind of vulnerability in that.

She set the knife down on the counter and padded over to him, putting her arms around his neck. "Please?"