"I could just chill." She is still sipping at her drink. "We could watch something, maybe?" 

Hmmm.  "Sure, I know exactly what to put on."  How does Sara feel about watching a bronzecasting video?  This one's about ancient Greek techniques because it was the first one Tim saw.  Tim's claimed a spot in the left-hand sofa, which is three 'seats' wide.

Ooh! She feels positively! 

Her eyes are on the show as she scoops up the duvet from the floor and settles next to him, offering him part of the blanket. 

He'll take a blanket section.  And kick up the feet of the recliner.  They can learn bronzecasting as the Greeks did it until it is the appointed hour to cook.

It's very interesting! Though they will need to acquire some tin if they want to try it, and the facilities to do it in. Something for much later. 

When he leaves to start cooking Sara will stay where she is, finishing out the documentary before poking around until she finds a series she has been watching. 

Thirty minutes of cooking noises later, Tim returns.

"Well, thirty-five minutes 'till food poisoning."  Hmm.  She has consistently been willing to cuddle.  Maybe he can, instead of laying near her, lay right next to her?  We'll see what happens.

What happens is: she cuddles up! 

"Food poisoning? Should I be worried?"

"Well, you haven't really had any of my cooking yet.  Anything could happen.  Maybe I'm a serial undercooker."  Mmm, guiding.  And cuddling. Sara will feel Tim's backlash acting up just a little bit.

She squints up at him, "Should I be more worried you needed super strength for something in there? Were you wrestling our meal into submission? Is this a cannibal serial killer story?" 

"Absolutely not, have you seen the junk food aisles?  It's terrible for you, to eat someone who eats like that, and I don't want to do all the work of tracking down vegans.  I just like running it a little bit whenever I've got guiding, it won't hurt anything.  So I might as well get some of that healing factor, right?"

"Oh, that makes sense, yes. Mm. Maybe I could work on pulling all the copper out of Rocky after dinner? So I can match you better, and we can get started on our bronzeworking career." 

In the background, some kind of period drama is playing, not that either of them is paying much attention to it at the moment. Someone has lost a very fancy hat and someone else is tracking it down along the lane she was riding down earlier. 

"Oh, I mean - don't feel like you have to, I'm keeping below net-zero.  Just.  I might as well, you know?"

"If you're doing it anyway, I might as well too," she points out, nudging him in the side. 

"Well.  I guess."  But it's different if it's not me doing it who lets you even think with this brain, Tim.  Get a refund.  "Makes sense.  Just, slower this time, hm?"  Nudge back?

She nods, "It will be like at the mixer, mostly. Just moving the rock to push the metal out." 

"Sounds good."  And after another twenty minutes, Tim will gracefully exit the blanket pile.  Cooking noises ensue!  It sounds like he's messing around with the oven.  "Alright, cover your eyes!"  He peeks around the corner, waiting to see that her eyes really are closed.

"Okay..." 

Her eyes are covered and closed. 

And presently, a flat bowl is set on her lap!  It's a pasta dish that was baked with a savory cheese sauce, very slightly earthy notes, then topped with mushrooms, onions, green and orange peppers.

Pros:
Tastes amazing.  Melted cheese is basically cheating.
Caramelized onions
Enough vegetables to be healthy if you ignore the cons

Cons:
If you are lactose intolerant and eat this, you will perish instantly.
One(1) panful is approximately six thousand calories.

"Here you go.  Bon appetit.  I got this recipe from my first dungeon as loot."

"Dungeon food?" She opens her eyes and looks, "Ooooh, this looks amazing- it smells amazing-" she digs in, taking a big forkful with a bit of everything on it. Mushroomy peppery creamy goodness! 

"Mmmmmmmmm... okay, you can cook," she concedes, before going back for more.

This is Tim's brain on Smug.  "Well, remember the old couple who were stuck in that one baby shark dungeon?  The mister decided that I needed to be rewarded, so he gave me the recipe.  So, dungeon loot."  After watching Sara dig in, he decides to give up and just bring the baking pan into the room and spoons a healthy pile onto his own flat bowl.

Very wise! She's hungry. When did they last eat? Besides the hot chocolate, there was... Danishes and fruit for breakfast? 

She happily takes seconds after finishing her first plate, though she slows down then. 

"If you can cook this well, I'll give up some of the cooking duties when I'm here," she teases. "Now that I know you can definitely be trusted." 

"Maybe I am a cannibal and I'm just trying to make sure you're healthy enough to eat first."

She gasps! "What's in this pasta, Tim? Or should I say, who?!" 

"I would never force my diet choices on another human being, Sara.  You're safe for now."