Certainly more modern, or so I must assume without having seen other worlds for myself, but the basics are still the same. Some things never change— a stove remains a stove no matter where one comes from. Something about that is comforting. Food itself is something of a universal language, a way of sharing one's own culture and experiences with others. We all need it, after all.

[He sounds quite relaxed as he answers her at length, pleasant; as ever, he is passionate about most things he chooses to invest his time in. He is as neat while eating and talking as most would expect him to be; for all the time he's spent on the road, he has fine tastes and good table manners that even sleeping in a well-appointed ditch weren't able to take from him.]

I did cook for our camp quite often, though I had assistance, or others would occasionally take a turn. I think after a time, it became obvious that I not only enjoyed it the most, but often had the best results. It was challenging to do so without a proper kitchen, but thankfully with the use of magic, all sorts of things can be made using a campfire with a bit of creativity!