Ciri chose not to comment. The way he spoke told her that it was in the past and should stay there. She had seen her fair share of the streets while on the run from whoever was out to steal her away from her destiny. But there had always been people to take care of her needs. Somehow, she found herself constantly being taken care of- even when she did not wish for it. Not knowing his world, she could not readily compare and the fact that she was a Princess and last successor to a throne did not lend to the credence of living out in the world.
Light eyes watched his every move, learning by seeing. She laughed, turning her head away when he acted like she had thought the work was on the potato's side. Touching her lip, she thought for a second. "Fatty, though my friend I had been traveling with has a tendency to make the bacon nearly charcoal."
Ciri had never enjoyed watching someone cook, so much as she was enjoying the current sight. It helped that he had a softness about him, despite his background, and an attractive face. She would swear he had a little elven blood in him- if she thought that his world might have elves like her own. "Um. That cheese and- well I have no clue what that white sauce is." She had pointed to the asiago and picked inspected the Ranch with uncertainty.