The small, pale elven woman in attendance does her best to learn, listening intently and following directions, though it's obvious she's learning everything from the ground-up. Her smile is a little apologetic, used to being a faster pupil than this. "The Circles and Grey Wardens don't exactly have cooking instruction as a priority. I hope this effort proves at least somewhat edible."

There's a hopeful huff at her side, and she glances down to the mabari. "You don't count, Garahel. You'll eat anything not poisonous." Garahel ignores that comment, instead following her around in hopes that she or someone else will drop something.