Would it suit your taste more if I said I didn't bother to commit to memory? I have had no need for food in centuries, my dear.

[ morgana has been in the kitchen since her death, yes, so to speak. she went where michel went. if anything, his version of "cooking" is more fresh in her mind than anything. boiling everything seemed... sufficient enough...?

garlic is something she remembers, however. unwinding the cap, she inhales the scent. it's pungent, and seems to be... fairly okay. morgana wonders how long this all has been sitting here for several moments before replacing the top, and placing it on the countertop nearest giselle. ]

I'm not used to things like... this. Flavor-wise, I mean - a slice of bread suits me well enough, Giselle.