Her own smile dimmed, just a little, and she turned her face down and sipped at her coffee. "When I was young, my mother taught me. And so did aunts, and great aunts and grandmothers," she laughed quietly. "Food is important where I come from. Anything we do is a reason to get together, to eat and share." Or, it had been, when they'd still had family to do so with. Even with the friends she and her brother had made as they got older, it was never quite the same. Food was a tradition for families, it was why she still tried to cook and bake for Pietro, to remind them of home.