[Oh, now he's grinning terribly wide. It's enough to make his torn face look normal.

He listens to her babbling, torn between wanting to respond and wanting to revel in it. The way it just flows out still brings such joy. He looks too, though with less fervency. His hunger is not going to be sated with tomato paste. He can take his time to balance her frantic searching.

Eventually though, he's too caught up with her to do anything but watch and smile. And laugh.]

Baby corn... is fine... should be safe... Best for... Asian dishes... stirfry... peanut sauce... making... crispy...

[With everything gathered, and a bowl to mix things, it shouldn't take long. No real cooking involved, given the lack of fire or appliances, but still. He's careful with the spoon, making sure not to let his hands go near the actual food. It really, really looks lackluster, and he'd be sorry to give this to anyone, if it weren't the apocalypse. He's still a little sorry in truth.

The bowl is presented to her.]

It would be... better if... we could actually cook... but...