"I can make an excellent omelet now, but anything more complicated than that has been...elusive," he said, though Draco was absolutely correct. Their whole lives had been about adapting to what had been thrown at them, and the fact that they were alive--especially Draco--was a testament to their abilities. "Unfortunately, it's not much like potions. I thought that as well, and then I nearly blew up the kitchen. It was not my finest moment."
He did give a small laugh at Draco's confidence though. "However, yes. There is a greenhouse here that has most of what we need--though I'll warn you. Longbottom is here, and naturally has taken over much of it. There's another witch called Yennefer who has an Apothecary, and might be willing to trade for ingredients. It's a bit odd here, with money not having any meaning." He wondered what Yennefer would make of Draco, and made a note to check in with her very soon. It had been a while since they'd had a good conversation.
"She's not of our world, however, like many of those here. There's only a handful from our world. It's endlessly fascinating to learn about the other dimensions, though, and how magic works there, if they have magic at all. Some don't."