She glanced up at him from the cabinet, seemingly surprised at his question. Probably just surprised that he picked up on it, is all. She shrugged one shoulder. "Never too late for a hobby. Besides, keep eating out like that, it'll go straight downstairs. Nobody wants that. Have you seen my mum?"

She tugged out a cutting board and whirled around to the fridge without meeting his eye. Vegetables. She tossed them onto the counter, and went for a chopping knife. "Why? Don't have faith in me?"