Well, she knew something else about who she was now - a terrible cook, apparently. Bad enough for him to jump up like that, anyway. If she'd remembered anything about life before, she might have been a little affronted, but as it was, she just brushed it off.

"Anything that's not hospital food," she replied with a bit of a shrug. She didn't think she was a picky eater? But-- "Breakfast was a bit on the questionable side." A pause as she tried to resist, but she just had to ask, the words coming suddenly as if she legitimately couldn't stop them. "Okay, but how bad am I at cooking, really? Did I burn the house down or something?"