Relieved that Miss Potts did not seem to hold it against him, Quin helped her to her feet and motioned for her to take a seat on the stool by the island if she wanted. Water he had, but found that something with a bit of sugar tended to help better in such situations. "How about some lemonade? I could use a glass myself."

Without waiting for a response, as he could easily get her a glass of water in the process, Quin flicked his wand and the materials sprung to life. The lemons lined up on the cutting board and he summoned the knife from the block. Since she didn't want to drink her chocolate, Quin then summoned her raspberry truffles from the display beside the till in the shop. They arranged themselves neatly on a plate on the island while he began to cut the lemons in half for squeezing.

"Chocolate makes everything better." He grinned at her over his shoulder quickly, hands expertly maneuvering the tools in his hands as he then moved the pitcher and the faucet, freezing it for a moment while he started squeezing the lemons. Cold lemonade (or water) was better, in his opinion.