"You know, I can't say that I've ever had any of those. What is it?" Not that she'd done a lick of cooking since she came into her grace. She did know how. And she had whenever she didn't have her grace, because she had to. But the rest of the time she didn't bother with even dirtying a dish.
Unless he was over. She led the way to the kitchen, and began pulling out plates, cutlery and glasses. It was pretty romantic that he'd cooked for them. "And, you know, I've never had a guy cook for me. Unless you count my Dads."