Max is looking at her with an expression on his face akin to reading, as if he's peering into her thoughts and observing them. "It's enough for her to know she isn't alone. She knows if something happens, there's one person she can always call out to for help. She knows you'll come running. I promise you, that helps." Daisy doesn't have to ask him how he can be so sure.

He lightens up again, laughing at her comment. "Yeah. No promises I still won't end up with an excess, but at least Erin has a big enough sweet tooth to make an actual dent in it. My cooking powers still work, here, by the way. Nothing I make ever spoils."