“Hmm.” Apple Cobbler studied it carefully. “Is that supposed to be red leaf or green leaf lettuce? Or is it kale? And what’s this? A beet, or a turnip?” She rolled her eyes. “No wonder he’s having trouble.” She glanced around the kitchen, frowning as a dozen pairs of eyes looked away guiltily. “Best option is to put it all in front of him, you know. I’ve got a prep table I’m not using for lunch. My potager finished early.”