"Sure my grandma had one of these." She smiled as she began to prepare a meal for them. Something simple but delicious none-the-less. She dug around finding a few soicesm some of them she didn't prefer the smell of for the meal and was careful to add the right amount of the ones she wanted. Soon the quarters filled with the smell of food cooking.<br/><br/>"I hope you don't mind stir fry, the ingredients we're just begging for it and I've had a craving since I got here." She chuckled as she stirred the vegetables and meat carefully. "So I'm allowed to talk to the traders. As long as I ask permission." She thought about it "a whole world that speaks one language. Now that is something. Makes life easy I suppose no matter where you go you can understand what's going on." She was talking over her shoulder, and lowered the heat by moving the flute lever gently. She warmed a loaf in the wood stove and pulled it out smelling the rich bread nice and crispy on the outside but soft and warm on the outside, lowering the flute more so it'd heat the house but not boil it. She served him up some food finding some butter like substance and handed it to him with a fork before serving herself.<br/><br/>"Simple I know but it's better than an empty stomach." She sat on a plush looking cuahion and began to eat blowing on the food. "do you ever miss Earth?" She asked him as they ate. She missed her family, her cozy home, her job. It seemed like decades ago or perhaps a dream that she had.<br/><br/>"Also why a box on my neck? I'd never steal." She frowned. Did he not trust her? Wasn't she technically his he trusted her enough to take Sasha to the gates and back without running away, though where would she run? Her collar said who to return her to.