Fayina's head jerked up from her meal as she saw the man, standing there, telling her what to do. Her cowl slid off her head and the mouse fell from her grasp as it rolled down the slope. She could only snort like some ugly animal and roll her green eyes. "Cook? I don't know how to cook." 

How odd, a woman who knew nothing of how to cook. Then again, she wasn't your typical shapeshifter. She was born with the abilities of shape changing, not cursed. So she found no need for human civilization, she could just go out and fetch her food in her animal forms, therefore finding no use in how humans ate. She obtained their many other skills and customs, but breakfast, lunch, and dinner was always her favorite part of the day. And who was this man to tell her what to do? Even if he was joking, well... she wasn't exactly the one to take jokes about her species lightly.