It seemed they were in the same situation; both familiar with more casual occasions of intimacy, but both aware that there was something... different. Still, now was the time for food, not introspection. She'd have plenty of time to go over the particulars of this when she didn't have a hungry dwarf in her kitchen. A baking sheet when in the oven, laden with chicken. Not long after that, she started to slowly lay pieces in the heated oil, the hissing and sizzling loud as soon as meat touched liquid. While the meat cooked, she set about preparing the mixings for the salad, finding the rolls and setting them on another sheet so she could pop them in the oven closer to food time.

And through it all, she hummed, occasionally shooting him a look and smiling. "What about dwarven cuisine? Tell me about some staples in that?"