She had her nose buried in the recipe book she had laying open on the counter when Fiyero walked in. Chicken marsala. It had looked good, but Elphaba was still very unsure how well hers would turn out. Why was she even cooking? It wasn't like her to be domestic at all. But when there was nothing else to do, why not? Though she'd been thinking of taking some college classes, but she hadn't seriously pursued that option yet.
When Fiyero spoke, Elphaba was a little startled, if only because she was concentrating on the recipe. She looked up at him, smiling a little. "No it's all right. I was just going to make some chicken marsala, if you wanted some." Elphaba felt a little awkward. Well, more than a little. She honestly hated the position she was in, but what could she do? She carried so much Oz guilt around it wasn't even funny, and not to mention everything she'd been through in the near-year she'd been here. She knew that from Fiyero's perspective, she should still love him and be ready to run off with him, but that wasn't her anymore. "This recipe could easily feed a couple people. It just...might take a little bit to make." If it didn't come out as charcoal anyway. But hey, she'd at least try!