"Must be rare around these parts, I'm guessing," she notes dryly, smiling. The selection she'd gotten a look at had been mostly of the hard variety, with a bottle of wine here or there. "But that's more than I really know how to cook. More power to you."

It was, more or less, not her fault that she couldn't cook. She had no time to cook. When she wasn't out in the war, she was curled up on her couch recuperating from one thing or another. Scrounged, assorted meals had become her standby.

Perhaps that's a thing that will change, here.

"Am I right in thinking that you're celebrating a return to your normal species? It seems to be going around, right now."