"I picked it up a few years ago." he pulled a knife from the knife block and inspected the edge. "I did more of it muggle style after– after Astoria took my wand." He put the chicken on the cutting board and started dicing it with quick efficient strokes. Hermione was secretly a bit impressed with his knife skills. He dumped the chicken into a bowl and started picking through a stem of table grapes she'd picked up the week before, pulling off the ones that were still good. "You kept at it, even without magic?" she pulled out the kitchen stool and sat down, "cooking is something I enjoy. Making something useful with my own two hands. I had to learn to do a lot of things without magic, so having something I was already marginally good at to fall back on when I screwed up everything else, helped." He took the paring knife from the open drawer beside the sink and started slicing the grapes into quarters. 