The can was left on a counter near the stove as he puttered toward another drawer, digging around for a can opener. "Where are y– gotcha." The can opener was brandished somewhat expertly and with an air of triumph. That died down when Astrid said this, making him fumble with the tool before clutching it to his chest. Eyes darted around the room before glancing back at her.

"Uhm. You're welcome."

Clearly he had something more to say, but he had wised up a bit from earlier experiences. And to keep it from becoming even more awkward, he busied himself with opening the can. Metal sliced open metal with each turn, the lid slowly popping up. It had enough of a hold to pull it upward, and all of its contents were poured into the pot. He then turned the knob on the stove top.

Easy.