He nodded at that, "Okay, but we've got to do something about the noise in here, first." Or, rather, the lack thereof, he might not be able to help with much, and especially not without directions -and he was definitely thankful for those- but music he could handle.

He gave a silent thanks to whichever sibling had left a portable speaker in the kitchen, taking just a moment to plug his phone into it and start some music, not as loud as music had been in the kitchen as of late, but loud enough to be heard at least. That done he rummaged around in the drawer with the tea towels, careful not to unfold any of them from their tidy stacks, finally finding the apron he was looking for, tying it on, "Okay, cherry filling, that's what I'm doing, right."