"Oh, really? Well, if you'd like I can show you how sometime so you can make yourself some bread whenever you want." Stretching her smile into a wider grin, she turns her attention back the oven she'd opened. The bread is read, nicely colored and extremely hot to the touch, but even with the kitchen she wasn't used to because of its advanced (to her) technology, it looked the way she remembered it was supposed to look.

"You look tired. Are you okay?"