Cedric
*Amal raised her hand to wave at him shortly.* "I'm Amalfriede. You can just call me Amal, though." *With a soft giggle, she leaned against the open door, talking to him from a distance. One hand brushed through her long hair, the other holding onto the door's handle.* "I just... Felt a little interested, that's all. It's not every day I see someone I can't take my eyes off of." 

*Good, just a little more playing around and she'd be able to distract the guy long enough for Adam to make his way into the target's room.* "Are you... Interested in the arts?" *She played the part of a stricken woman trying to find a point of conversation, swaying her weight from one leg to the other periodically.*
Norbert
"Well, Amal, I've always been interested in cooking, if that counts. My mama always emphasized the importance of good food."

*Tony rubs the back of his neck nervously. It's clear that Amal's gotten his sole attention.*
Cedric
"Oh? What'd she cook? I've never really had much of an interest in cooking, but that's just cause my dad was a blacksmith, so he *Forged* Food rather than cooked it, haha~!" *She took her hand off the handle of the door, moving to lean against its frame instead, one step inside her room.* "Cooking's definitely an art though. I once ate the most beautiful fried pork with pasta at a tavern. My dad had cooked it before and it definitely didn't taste nearly as divine as that tavern's stuff."
Norbert
"Ah, the hard work of a blacksmith! I'm not sure how one forged food though."

*As Amal steps inside her room, Tony seems to shift his foot.*

"Ah, was it carbonara? It's beautiful, the crispy pork with the soft sauce and tender noodles! It's always made best by the grandmother, who then passes it down to the mother, and so on."