"I'm pretty sure I've never had anything that actually qualifies as foreign food unless it was something a lot closer to home," she notes on the way. "The fast food doesn't necessarily count either, it's all made a lot closer to what we would eat rather than what someone in the US might have." Whether or not that's a good thing, it's just the fact of the matter when you previously lived in a country where imports were basically the only way to get a lot of those kinds of things, especially food.

Part of her wants to keep a hand on César, or at least stick close by him, but she's distracted by the assortment of ingredients that he presents to her. She brightens up and reaches for the most familiar things first, delicately picking the seaweed up to break a strip off of and sample. Seasoned and kept in some sesame oil, it would make a delicious snack all on its own.

"I've met Ylva, she's a darling. The first time she saw me she asked me point blank about my, ah...presentation. I think it was the first time she'd actually seen someone like...well, me." A moment of hesitation, so that she doesn't actually out Ylva, trying to make it sound as natural as possible.

Listening to César listing off each of the other ingredients, Magne feels an incredible sense of peace; it's the first time since she was very young that she hasn't had to worry about food insecurity.

"So, show me what you wanted to do and I'll follow along as best I can."