"Oh, eggs would be perfectly lovely," she says. Really, she wouldn't mind anything he cooked, but that's something she'll keep to herself, thank you very much. That, and she's often not had the luxury of being picky about food.

Out of curiosity, she switches on her magical senses; the warding, as she sees it, is pretty impressive. It's still difficult for her to imagine why someone as pleasant as Sebastian might even need that level of protection, but all sorts of people have enemies—sometimes especially good people. "Do you need any help in the kitchen at all?"