From the kitchen the aroma of food, an old macaroni and cheese recipe her grandfather had taught her to be exact, it was easy to prepare and she had the ingredients for it, was pretty hard to miss. Eirlys worked hard whenever she was cooking something and it definitely showed. When she was a little girl she would always cook things with her grandparents, everything she knew she learned from them. They have passed away years ago but their memory lived on in the recipe books that she had rescued from being thrown away by some members of her family. The macaroni recipe called for several different cheeses, she didnâ€™t have some of the cheeses required so she just made do with what she had, some ham, which she did have, one box of rotini and shell pasta, and some diced tomatoes. Bake it for about a half hour and there you go.<br/><br/>While she waited for the water to boil she cut the ham up into little squares, once that was done she fished around the cabinet for a can of diced tomatoes. She hummed quietly while she worked; it was also something she picked up from her grandfather. To top off her recipe she added some salsa as a sort of personal touch, mild salsa, not hot since she really was not a fan of hot salsa and didnâ€™t want to ruin the food. Spice was good, she liked spice, but when things were just too hot to where he tongue burned off she really was not a fan. In her opinion people who made all of their food hot did not take their guests into consideration and she was someone who did just that. Of course that was needless to say, but she wanted to make her food for everyone to eat not just her and did her best to make it appetizing, not make the person cringe the moment the food touched their tongue.<br/><br/>Once everything was ready she smiled at her work. She had just put the macaroni in the oven when Xavier walked up to her asking if there was anything he could do.<br/><br/>Arching a brow Eirlys turned to face him and tilted her head slightly, â€œI have everything covered.â€ Again she waved him off, wondering why he was more concerned about house chores and helping out than about getting rest. â€œYou donâ€™t need to do anything, just relax. Food will be ready in about half an hour, but I can get you some more hot chocolate if you want.â€ Without even waiting for a response she took his mug and refilled it with more hot chocolate. He was a guest in her home so he didnâ€™t need to do anything to earn his keep, in her opinion that was for lazy roommates or people who were going to stay for a long period of time. Xavier was going to have to take his leave sometime so Eirlys was not too worried about having him do house chores that she could do herself for the most part.<br/><br/>After she handed the mug back to Xavier, Eirlys then went to clean up what was left out during preparation and start the timer. A few minutes later the entire house smelled like good old home made mac and cheese. Now all she had to do was figure out what else she should prepare as a side dish, what would go good with it, feeling that just mac and cheese alone was just a littleâ€¦ empty, for the lack of a better word. She pulled out several things, corn, baked beans, even some soup. Soup. Yes, soup was what she would make with it.<br/><br/>She looked to Xavier, â€œChicken noodle soup, cream of broccoli soup, or tomato soup?â€ She set the cans out for him to see. â€œIf you want to be helpful then you can decide which soup will go with diner.â€ Whatever he picked, she would be fine with.