"Reminds me of the one time your mother tried to cook frozen fish sticks. Burnt on the outside and frozen on the inside." Martin says with a chuckle and turns to Dawn.

"Do you cook, my dear?"

"Yes. I enjoy it as well."

Martin tips Malcolm a wink, "I figured she was a culinary type. You've put on a few pounds since you were last here, something that's a miracle in itself."