She seemed okay, but the faintest hints of something being off was enough for Magnus to notice; it was in his nature to notice, it was in his training, in his genes, in the way he’d been raised, in the whispers of the immaterium lapping at the edges of his mind like the tides against sand. “Did something disturb you?” he asked, voice soft but with an edge of concern. She still looked happy, despite whatever it was that prevented her from restful sleep, and that was good, but that did not mean that things could not be improved.
>"I do wish I could taste foods from your home, as well as a few other peoples' homes. They sound so interesting."
“That would certainly be interesting. Perhaps someday, there will be a way to do that. I could perhaps synthesize some of the flavors I am familiar with, at least - modification of reality is easy enough, after all...” The thought was an interesting one, indeed, though he was not certain he would be able to correctly manage it; while he was very attentive to details, he was not entirely certain of the compounds that created the flavors, as he had never thought to study them that in-depth. “I will think on it.”
When she offered the knife, he took it very carefully - his hand was so much larger than the knife, even though it did not appear as such, that he was vaguely concerned about gripping it incorrectly and hurting her. He did not, however, and he turned towards the cutting board and began to carefully chop vegetables. “My knifework is a bit unfortunate,” he said with a smile. “I think I could do better with a sword