Dylan hadn't expected to be giving an impromptu cooking class today, but she had made the offer a few days ago and she wasn't doing anything else, so why not? She was far from a professional level chef, but she knew how to make a couple basic staples that would give someone more options than cereal or sandwiches. So when Vanessa asked, she agreed. She slid into a pair of flats that matched her flowy striped maxi skirt and t-shirt knotted at the waist, and headed out without much more primping. She kept things simple for the most part when she wasn't working or partying, and she wasn't really doing either of those today. She'd been scared spitless by one of those haystack-looking demons yesterday, and it had her a little jumpy about dark corners today and not super festive. Which sucked, because Mardi Gras was cool as hell.
"Hey girl," she greeted casually as she entered the kitchen to find Vanessa already there waiting for her. "Fair warning, I'm not a professional, but I can keep you from starving at least. Any food allergies I should know about before we start? Do you have anything specific you want to learn to make?"