Spirit said nothing. Cooking was clearly his passion as his face lit up with a bit of life. His eyes sparkled and he even slightly hummed as he worked. Saying nothing but kept cooking. He even made dessert in a cake pan. Red velvet cake that he made from scratch. Tossing it into the oven at the right temperature. Setting the timer alarm and sits down. Looking at her as she sat as well. Staring at her. "Why? It is dinner. I don't see why you wouldn't wish to eat it." An almost quizzical expression to his voice. Shaking his head. "It isn't that good." he says modestly. Looking at her in confusion. "I taught myself because those of the living abandoned me. A culinary chefs ghost helped me learn to cook properly." he says simply. "I can help you if you want."