"Hmmm!" Gabby pondered that for a moment. "Well, I can think of many things I'd like you to do, darling, but none of them involve tofu." Her eyes glinted in amusement. "But you can set the table? Everything's in the drawer beside you and those two cabinets," she pointed, then opened the fridge for tofu. She could take care of that, and throw everything into the wok while the spring rolls got crispy in the oven. "Oh yes! And you can tell me something that no one else knows about you. Any random fact will suffice, like how your favorite song is secretly Telephone by Lady Gaga or you cried at the end of Moulin Rouge," she said as she slid the baking sheet of spring rolls into the oven. Now for the wok!