Grant stands at the sink, filling up the kettle, then plugging it in as Mar'i pulls the pie out of the oven, setting it on the counter. Upon hearing the "I'm not very good at cutting these..." comment, he turns, tilting his head to the side curiously, then walks over to her, standing behind her.

"Here, let me give you a hand with that," he says softly. Placing his left hand gently on her hip, Grant reaches out with his right, his chest resting lightly against her shoulder, and guides her hand. One slice, then two. "And don't worry about the ice cream, ok?" he asks, hand still resting on hers.