“Would you like something else instead?” Mira asked. “I can always make you something simpler if you want? What did your mother used to make you?” She inquired. The chef was always willing to make food that reminded people of home when she could. She knew how something as simple as a peanut butter and jelly sandwich could make someone feel more comfortable in an alien place like Limbo.
She could feel eyes on her, it was some odd sense that most people had, but when you were used to being stared at it seemed to be more clear. The big question was always what was standing out, her skin, her blindness? Before she changed it was always being blind, but since then it seemed to be a toss up. “You can ask... I won’t be offended.” She said with an amused smile. “I know a blind cook seems dangerous, I mean how can I know the right measurements for ingredients, or know I’m using salt instead of sugar?” All questions she’d gotten before. “But I assure you. I can surprise you.”