The blonde followed Theo, concerned for a moment when he mentioned mental breakdowns. If that was going to be an issue here, Draco knew about it. He was certain he had one in his sixth year, trying to survive and do everything he had managed to do. "Yet you've survived, because that's what we know how to do. We adapt to whatever hell is thrown at us." Draco's voice was soft as he added that, looking around when the entered the kitchen.
"If it's anything like potion making, I'll excel at it. Fine. Show me, then, and I'll make something so delicious even Potter comes begging for it." Because that was the lesson here. If he had to cook, he was going to cook something so wonderful that everyone would want some.