She grinned at that, glad that it at least seemed nice enough by the smell. She just hoped the taste was as good. Soon, she was ushering him into a seat as she plated up the food, placing it in front of him with a nervous smile. In camp she didn't really get to cook anything, that was Much's job. But she always use to sneak into the kitchens when she was little and watch, plus she had a book full of recipes she had bought to try out.
"I hope it's okay," she said as she bit her lip. "I'm not exactly Much."
Moving to ger her own plate, she sat opposite him trying her best not to just watch. She was worried, that much was true. But she knew it wasn't the worse thing to eat in the world.