This kind of cooking? The chaotic kind of just mixing ingredients that didn't necessarily make sense? This was the kind she rather do when she was alone and she was allowed to experiment (and possibly fail) without anyone seeing. So she was going to let him take the lead.

"Well, we're definitely good on the vegetables," she said, pulling out a bag from the freezer before looking into the fridge. "No cheese, though. Just yogurt butter." Which, her family preferred to actual butter.