At the prospect of Carlos helping her cook Mag nodded before turning towards the small kitchen. She moved over to the area with ease and the grave that this world had yet to take from her, setting the bag of food on to the counter. "You're welcome to help if you'd like."
It was nice to know that the interest in helping was there. It meant he had a good upbringing. She wondered what his mother looked like. Mag assumed the woman had probably been beautiful. Mag had never gotten to actually lay eyes upon her own parents but she had seen pictures of them. She could remember their voices like they were still alive. It was all she had of them.
She opened the bag and began removing the contents, curious as to what he brought and what the ingredients combined would become.