It takes Anduin a moment to understand exactly what Wrathion means by that. After all, he is only human, and thus his first response is to think like one. He has had some experience with raw food, but for cooking not to be necessary at all...?

Ah, yes. Dragon. He can't help but shake his head, smiling to himself as he wraps his free arm around Wrathion's waist and sways the pair of them together in place.

"I cannot say I have much myself," Anduin admits, although no doubt Wrathion has noticed as much by now. Has assumed. He suspects this channel of conversation is soothing, more helpful than allowing Wrathion to dwell on the day he has had however, and so he continues, "The chefs in Stormwind did allow me to help, sometimes. And some of the innkeepers, in Pandaria."