"You cook." It made sense of course, no mother, no sisters, no wife. He must have some skill of his own in order to survive.

She walks up a little closer and it - smells good. Different, but she didn't mind. Coming to hover like she couldn't quite believe that he really was cooking. But there he stood, doing just that and she smiles for it at least a little. "I would that, I haven't eaten for days. Not properly, at least."