[She turns off the stove, uses the spatula to half the omelet for them both and then plates the food. She slides one over to him and then leans across the counter to give him a cheeky smile.]

We promised to save all explosions for the workshop, yes? I'm not sure if we could stomach having to eat out all the time.

[She's not going to boast about making something so simple, but she's pretty sure that it's good. She smelled everything before she started trying to use it to cook with and nothing smelled off or unusual.]

And, honestly, for a while, Vax and I had access to a lot of well-made food. Even the elves of Syngorn didn't dare try to poison us. [She shrugs at the itching of the scabbed-over memory.] But if you'd asked, I'm sure that Pike or I would have made something that wasn't chicken.

Although, cooking classes wouldn't be a bad idea at all. If you're interested in it, anyway.