"Gladly!" Arlia repied happily, overjoyed at having her efforts recognized by the man whom she had sworn to devote her life to. She stood near him and watched as Nigel swiftly worked on the stew with precision and personal flair. The scent of the cooking stew was enough to tantalize her hunger and she wondered if she could cook, at the very least, as well as he did if she kept on practicing. "Love, if you don't mind me asking, what sort of food do you personally like?" she asked. If she was going to practice cooking anything, she figured that cooking for her beloved would be a good start.