"...tell whoever it is that I am going to be far too busy cooking for a small army to really hear anything properly." Beauford snickers, putting two roasting pans of chicken pieces into the oven, and then a third pan full of chicken and cloves of garlic in under the first rack, set to slowly bake.

The bones and scraps get set aside as he starts chopping the veggies for the stock rather noisily. Dinah ought to be able to talk and listen, but it's to drive a point.