"That is not cheating. That is putting in the effort. No different than any other skill, thank you much." He smirked, reaching around her to slide open a drawer that contained all the cooking utensils that weren't common to every day cooking. "But since you haven't put in that work, yet, the thermometer is there."

He affectionately flicked the braid he'd just finished. For a moment, part of him considered teaching her the old, old fashioned way of doing this...but he wasn't that mean.

He wasn't switching over to Fahrenheit, though. He wasn't American and he never had been.