"Ahh, so she has tormented you with her dreadful dishes? Well, I shall make you a plate of Whopler Stew, how's that?" She asked, going into the hallway and appearing in the huge kitchen. Bustling about, she cut a pound of carrots, some celery, olives, onions, prok meat, and threw some herbs in with water and milk.
"It smells deliscious, Master. Much better than the cook's." He smiled wistfully and helped her cook ,pulling out pans and such, toasting the garlic bread, etc. His tall body fit comfortably in the kitchen.