"Yes," Robin smiles softly over at her, following her towards the mansion. The walk over there, he is again a bit more reserved, sorting through his thoughts and thinking about how best to explain it all to her. He feels terrible that his wife is back and he's not even in love with her, yet for the last...well, many years, he's known her to be dead, and he's let go of her and fallen in love with Regina.

That...makes this all so very painful and uncertain. But for the time being, he keeps that to himself, figuring he'll approach that topic of conversation a bit carefully and slowly.

Once they make it to the kitchen, he sets everything down and washes his hands, grabbing ingredients.

"I suppose before I get started on anything, I should ask if there's any sort of flavor you detest entirely? Any meat you don't like, anything at all I should know?"