[Wanda had moved over to the sink to wash her hands. She was prepared to use her hands to cut up the vegetables, and hand mix the salad herself. There was something about preparing food with one's hands that was satisfying. And, if one was upset, pounding meat with a meat hammer helped with taking the edge off.

She gave him a look as she dried her hands on a dish towel.]

Another lesson? [She didn't seem to be too keen on it, but she wasn't glaring at him. There was a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of her lips.] Cooking isn't the same unless I can use my hands. [He can't be serious, can he? Ah, but he did say he was starving so...she should oblige him and do as he's requested.

She taps into her power, creating ribbons of energy that grab the vegetables that are needed for the salad. The knife and cutting board float over and carefully, she's cutting up lettuce with precision.]

You've taught me a lot. Though, I imagine there's still plenty to learn. [Still more time to be at his side, if he allowed it.]