Adora's supposed to eat, Istredd and Rhy have made sure she's taking care of herself. She feels a little better, enough to actually go to the kitchens and try to figure out a combination of foods that taste good together.

When she sees Bay, there's a hint of a smile on her lips, waiting until she's away from the hot oven to carefully walk around so she's facing her. When she waves, it's not very energetic, but her eyes slide down to where she'd been preparing, and then back at her. Tapping her temple, she thinks.

What are you making?