She laughed at the stomach rumble, throwing her head back, it was like a pantomime of a laugh, really, an exceptionally good one, because she still didn't make a sound, already adding things to the pan and stirring continuously, swapping hands so she could wipe down the board and write in: wand?.
That was a new one by her, really, at least, in the literal sense, she had grown up around soldiers after all and she knew the metaphorical sense well enough.