[The counter spaces have been swallowed up by a comical amount of latkes. The teenager looks over his kingdom of potato and onion with a wiggle of his whiskers. A weak slightly embarrassed smile settles over his features as he turns to look at Norman.]

Uh, I didn't really follow a written recipe I was kinda just- remembering how Uncle Ben would make them. So...

[He waves a hand awkwardly.]

They're good though, promise!