She's startled into quiet laughter, leaning into the impromptu dance and finishing with a flourish as she returns to the stove. Little moments like this that they're allowed now, that she can enjoy? Almost make the years alone with Reginald worthwhile. Not that she holds the kids leaving when they could against them- they earned their own lives. She worried, of course, she did but- it's better now.

For however long this lasts, it's better, and she's grateful to have them.

"That's very sweet of you, dear, I appreciate it. Diego keeps telling me I should delegate a little more." It wasn't in her to do for the longest time but- there are more than enough mouths to feed, now, and more than enough hands to help afterwards. She'll take all the help that's offered gladly.

Half an eye on his mug, she pulls a handful of chocolate chips from the pantry, sprinkling them into the pancake batter browning away on the stove, just for Klaus.