"I could teach you to cook. Maybe you'd eat better if there was more appealing food available. I never want to eat when- Actually that's incorrect. I love food too much not to eat, but I will eat only what's necessary for sustenance when it's something I don't like," she said, still eying the plate. "Do you know that you can't make food from scratch, but you can transfigure food into something else? Maybe you could try that. Change it so it tastes like something you like." That was a much better alternative that she hadn't considered until now for her own life.
Clorinda smiled. "Oh thank you. I'd appreciate the help. I'm so behind with packing, and Friday is the opening so I won't be home. Hopefully it'll be a great night and won't get up until late." She'd have to make up all the time she was wasting on parties lately. "I need to bring in all the paperwork that the ministry will forward to the Sudanese Ministry. I had to change the information about next of kin and such, although it's not like the Ministry will contact you, but in case they do, you know why."