[ The hours spent in the training room with not much more than a protein shake in her stomach are hitting hard, but she tries not to be too much of a neanderthal considering the setting.

She takes a bite of chicken and some carrots, groaning her appreciation and washing it down with a sip of wine. ]

There's just a really big difference between the food I roasted and the food you roasted. [ She grins, leaning back in her chair and taking another bite of chicken. ]

Where'd you learn to cook?