Ah, the deadly Kaplan pride. Destroyer of good food and prince-carries.

[The latter of which he's a little sad about, considering how much he loves to carry Billy like that.]

Tell you what: you experiment on the side. I promise I'll even try the food you make and give you pointers, but leave dinners to me until you get good enough. [He stops his movement along Billy's arm to hold up a finger, his voice having a more sagely tone to it.] Only then can you prove yourself worthy of the task of cooking supper.