She listens, nodding, slathering an alarming amount of butter on her corn.

"Okay. So I think, unless there's something about the situation I don't know, there'd be no stricture against me taking the recipe from you. Or using it for my own benefit or anyone else's."

A pause, in which she nudges the butter dish in his direction. "Also, if there were something in the recipe that did break the dietary laws, I could still take it and maybe try and modify it for my use."