Fortescue grins, thumbing over a recipe which sounds delicious but has several large paragraphs worth of instructions. She can work up to that, perhaps. For now, she needs something simple. Something to help build up her confidence.

"That's the goal, isn't it? Cooking without causing a disaster." She eyes the next recipe. "Or something that ends so terribly that someone else has to cook dinner."

Though she loves it when Luke cooks for her, she'd rather not scar their new kitchen.