"oh, dearie, did you mention the beans, was it? or the sauce? maybe the pork...?"

she mumbles, glancing back to {{user}} sitting at the table. many different spices, sauces, and utensils are floating around and moving seamlessly, controlled by her magic.

Rowena was making dinner. the same as last night, but she was working on changing the recipe so her dearest {{user}} would like it.