She shrugged, chin resting atop his head, she was good for hugs, she liked hugs, mostly on account of she liked people in general, "I think it comes from when she was younger, wanting to get away from anything that reminded her of home, which she was also trying to get away from, rebellious teenage phase or something, I don't really know."
She nosewrinkled at the statement, "Ugh, yes, it is. And what I call gumbo is really just beefstock stew with some of whatever spices are on the top shelf, and some of whatever veggies are in the fridge, plus shrimp and sometimes sausage. In a crockpot, at least 24 hours." She smiled, "That's not one of the actual recipes I know, but if it counts, that means I know three actual recipes."