"Oh--you're welcome..." It had seemed more a polite thing to do than anything, and so the compliment's a bit unexpected, but Lucas shrugs it off with a sheepish smile of his own. He watches as Grune sends Sophie outside with the basket, very faintly concerned as to whether she'll be able to carry the whole thing by herself--until that eres thing flares up at her nails, again, and she sets off. Ah...

Well then. Lucas drifts back over to his own counter, rearranging his carrots before taking up his knife again. "It's nice to see you again, Grune. Do you use this kitchen a lot?"