"Good because I do not cook." She crossed her legs and sat up watching him, there was a little disappointment visible by the way she slumped her head at the news that he was leaving for work. She could not hold down a job.
... Maybe if she found another god-thingy who wanted a job.
"I will be warming up." And with that the woman was gone and instead there was a large snake slithering towards the underside of the couch, ready for a nap.