Bella nodded, before realizing that he couldn't see her. "I suppose you're right. The only non-English food I've had is French." The life of a pureblood. Her father was a purist in every way. Pure blood, pure English.
She would have to try cooking. He was right. She had failed in tasks before, but she had simply gone back and succeeded the next time. Why should cooking be different? "What would you suggest for someone who's never cooked before? What should I try first?"