Sasha let Lazarus interact with Amelia, figuring that he was better suited for it. She also figured that the two would be hungry. She knew that she was, despite the biscuit Lazarus had shoved down her throat earlier. 

She found the ingredients for fries, which was just basically cutting up raw potatoes and cooking them. Simple. One would think. As the oil leaped up to spit at Sasha, she reacted instinctively, freezing the splatters. 

Mildly embarrassed, she cleaned up the ice, and was very careful not to let it happen again, soon having the fries cooked. She cleared her throat and set them on a plate, putting them on the bar.