"Sorry, sorry!" Su exclaimed, raising her hands. "I think I've gotten out of the habit of knowing how to talk around people. Four years of being on the run, you know." Though she'd pretty much always talked like this, though not as fast.
"Food." Su said, nodding decisively. "Food is good. Can either of you cook?" She paused for a second as she followed them and said, "Don't tell my mother, but cooking was one of the few things she taught me that actually stuck." Affecting a heavy Korean accent, she said, "You learn cook for future husband, Su. Be good wife. Make him happy." She shuddered and said, "Yuck. But her motives aside, I can still cook. I'd make you an awesome Korean feast, but I doubt you have the stuff here for that."