"Only as often as I'm hungry. Sometimes not even then. I can do it, but I'd usually rather be doing something else, and I forget until I'm starved, and I order something in."
She turned the sandwiches out onto a pair of plates, then cut them into pieces as they were hot before passing him a plate. She caught up the other and her wine, then led the way to the table, not that he couldn't have found it.
"Do you?" she asked, sliding into a chair. "Cook, I mean? More than ham toasties, I mean," she added. "Because this isn't really cooking. It's... assembling." She took a sip of wine, then a breath. "Where do you live? Near Pendragon's? It's lovely in Blackthorn Ridge..."