[ sam is glad she doesn't put up much of a fight, and while there's a part of him that almost fights her for the rest of those bags, he figures that there's something in the rules about letting guests do as they feel comfortable. so only half the bags it is. ]

You know, in a weird way that kind of makes sense. [ even if she could conjure anything she wanted here, he's not going to comment on it now. ] And I'm definitely not going to tell you no - make as much and whatever you want, the kitchen is yours.

[ they head inside and sam is already setting some of the bags on the counter, used to the smell of the stove and all that comes along with it, that he's a bit confused at her sudden halting. he turns back around to face her, then follows her attention to the stove.

oh. oh. sam smiles a bit sheepishly, shaking his head. ] Oh, no, I mean- I like cooking, don't get me wrong, but my sister and mom were the chefs in the family. That, though- [ he motions for the pot simmering on the stove that has her attention. ] Is a family recipe. Probably almost ready, if you want to try it.