"I ..." Ruli frowned, confused. "I didn't show you anything to do with my cooking, so no, it's not real. But it is true." He said, pausing in the hallway between their rooms. "That woman I showed you, Dara? She taught me a lot." 
His eyes studied her face, wanting to know more about these false memories she was getting, and why.

He folded his arms and leaned against the doorframe, hissing g softly as his tender back muscles hit the wood. "How often do you get them?" Ruli wondered aloud. "And, if I may, what do they show you?"