More than anything

Anne smiles softly at the kiss to her knuckles, then leans into more of a smirk at the suggestion. "Suppose I could," she says a bit loftily, then straightens up and gestures for Greta to lead the way.

She has started to pick up a few things about baking, and about preparing food in general. She quite likes it. It's comforting, in a strange way. And she's certainly happy to help. Just how much of this invitation is about help, though, and how much is about something else, remains to be seen. She follows Greta into the back, agreeable and unassuming, even if there is still a smirk playing about her lips.

"Where should I start?" she asks lightly.