Emilia has a better understanding now of where he comes from and the impressive magic he can do. It stands to reason that a certain diet would be required. She herself requires a great deal of fuel, though she understands why now. Her shell may be immortal, with all that implies, but her heart remains mortal.

At least, until she can fully break her curse.

"It is," she tells him after a moment of considering him. "I grew up in Palermo, the capital of an island called Sicily. Seafood was widely available, and we incorporated it into many of our dishes. I'd like to try to make one for the house. It's been some time since I had a kitchen at my disposal."

Besides, she knows the conditions are less than favorable, and many of them are not without their demons (pun only sort of intended). If they're to live with each other for the next few months, she'd like to make something delicious they can gather around. To lean into her creations, as opposed to destruction.