Rosa didn't know how to cook much but she could make some damn good huevos, which was what she was doing now. Yeah, they were scrambled, but pretty much coated in spices familiar to her father's kitchen when he decided he wanted to cook. Mostly it was just on special occasions but it was still nice that the memory could be sparked.
She looked up when she heard another person in the kitchen and assessed the girl for a moment before turning back to her eggs. "You can get the stove in a minute," She said, not rushing to really finalize cooking of her meal just so this blonde girl could get in, although she didn't really know if she even wanted the stove to begin with.