[She really, really doesn't want to ask him for anything. Begging for handouts just isn't like her.

She closes the notebook she's working in and stands up, stepping a little closer to the stove. Deculture, it smells even better up close.] It's always nice to meet a man who can cook.

Where'd you get all of the... things? Ingredients. The food? There's never anything fancy here that I've seen.