( Another piece, another slow chew before he replies. )

Mm. You probably don't need my guidance. And whatever I can make isn't very fancy. I always aimed more for speed and comfort than anything else. ( Because in the beginning it had just been the three of them, rammed into a tiny apartment he could barely afford, stretched thin with all the things he had been trying to do. And even in his more affluent days when the family had grown Geto had opted for things more homely.

Here is a chance though, another option for a small step forward. )

I can send you some recipes. How well do you handle spice?