You hardly seem lazy. [ Sure, she doesn't know him at all, but something about his demeanor suggests someone who is at least well-meaning. Though - he could be both well-meaning and lazy. Still, he doesn't give her that impression, though it's hard to pinpoint why. ]

Oh - it's very nice to meet you. May I call you Caduceus? [ "Cleric" sounds important, and not a figure of speech she really knows. ] My name is Zelda.

[ No need for titles, is there? Not here. Nor is there a reason to mention that she herself should have some divine magic of her own, but has found it lacking.

Or, nonexistent. Whichever. ]

I am always happy to meet a talented cook. [ She laughs a little, tilting her head to the side. Funny...she hasn't felt hungry since arriving on the train, even at the thought of a delicious meal. Another transition as she moves from life to death, then, even if this current stage of being feels more like being alive than the final destination will (or so she imagines). ]

I find there are quite a lot of things to pick that can be used in very delicious recipes. Do you often forage or hunt yourself?