[That laugh brings a very real danger of making him smile again! But the wince helps to temper that so he looks worried instead, at least until she's humming and moving along. He shakes his head and he follows, blinking at the apron that's thrown back at him. It feels familiar. It feels nice. So, he throws it over his head to wear, tying it around the back.]

I guess that's... the trouble... with old-fashioned... cooking... the light and noise... draws the dead... But... if I can learn... outdoor cooking... could make up... some camp food... Maybe...

[It'll still require finding fresh food. That's tricky. Both for her to find and for him to control himself when he catches things.]

That or... we get a generator... some means of... electricity... Miss electricity...