Who: Noah Durand & Imenry Barras. Where: Group 1's camp. When: Late afternoon. Summary: Orleasian cuisine is awesome. Sadly Noah isn't a cook. Rating: Unknown. Should be fine for all.
Social and political change was something that developed in the outside world, having been born from the minds of religious and royal figures. The time sequested for the Chantry had brought mages the gift of expression by deeming outwordly tasks such as laundry and cooking beneath them. They and the Tranquil were too important. Seclusion and the duty of serving their country left them no time to know how to cook, or at least do it effectively.
Noah's magic work, however, sometimes brought him to the people outside the tower or beyond... every time they were needed. The sadness of being able to count the number of times on one had was not lost on him. Servile magic and the Chantry's upbringing had installed a numerous amount of virtues, beginning with humility and further developing bringing understanding, patience and honour. Chantry doctrine had been a great influence during his life and he didn't quite know how to go against it.
What was the truth exactly? Was this the best life to lead, or should be outside helping people moreso than he did this moment? Piety and obedience were large factors in his life, knowing that if he ever ran away he would be brought back or killed. The situation was not ideal but there was nothing better anybody could do. What apostates couldn't understand was the danger they put themselves and others through because of their selfishness.
So perhaps it was natural he was staring at the food stock not knowing what went where, or what needed seasoning or flavours. It would require effort, but one of his strangest ideas was to actually do the cooking himself.