Her answer comes shot over her shoulder as she's cutting up meat. Not her favourite - when she had been in a position to cook, it had been for her Brahmin Caste husband, and his diet was strictly vegetarian. No meat at all. It wasn't really until she'd had to take food where she could get it, that she started to eat it. It still wasn't her favourite, but she was hardly complaining for a decent meal here.

Besides, it rather proves her point to everyone that keeps insisting that a woman has no business near sharp object, she's definitely quick with them. Get the meat away from bone and dicing it smaller. "Once, yes. The kitchen is a wife's right, so I cooked for my husband at least." At least on the holy days, she mused, they would share a meal together. Her husband loved to lavish her then, and she allowed the praise. A pang there - how different life had been. When she thought it would stretch on like that, where now it's just a flittering memory, light as a banner tossed in the wind.