Barbara
Isha would cut some veggies, and measure some spices before she would wait for the water to boil. Once then she would then start to cook the rabbit meat she had; after cutting it with her dagger she would then begin working on the Stew.

"What's brings you out here anyways? You don't look like a hunter. Just traveling?" She asked so there wouldn't be silence.
William
"I had a job in Solitude." She replies bluntly. "Cutting through the forest is quicker than sticking to the roads." This wasn't fully a lie, Steps is a great navigator. Being in the woods and away from signs posed no challenges to her. All she needed was the stars to show her where to go. That, and there were less people in the woods who could recognize a one armed lizard assassin. "If you know where you're going and how to keep yourself alive, the woods are almost safer than the roads."
Barbara
"Damn right. Roads these days, dunno what can happen. With Skyrim are twisted up, roads are safe anymore. The forest is a good way to cover your tracks and keep at a good pace if you know what you are doing." Isha gave a nod as she was prepping the Stew.

The water soon came to a boil and the rabbit meat was seasoned and cooked. Isha would dump all of it in and begin letting the flavors and meat combine into a fine Stew. Adding more ingredients as the Stew cooked.
William
Steps watched as ingredient after ingredient was added. She was never good at cooking. While she could make food without starting a fire, it didn't taste as good as her father's. There was probably something special he added that she never asked. 

What she did have with her was some bread she picked up in Morthal. While it wasn't warm anymore, it was still fresh. She took the loaf from her bag, and, holding one end down with her stump, tore it in half. "Here." She handed the ripped portion to Isha. "It was baked fresh this morning." Steps paused. "I never got your name."