It was a welcome distraction, [ she is quick to assure him, though the quiet note of her voice implies it is not entirely something she is proud of. perhaps it is true, and her attention and energy and resources might have been better spent elsewhere, doing more to help the mission along...

but for a while it had been nice to lose herself in the process of baking again. and the idea that it might be able to help one of their more capable members along certainly helped encourage her further. ]

Get to it when you can, of course. [ she fidgets in her spot, fingers idly working a yarn of her wool sweater loose from its stitching. the stares may not be entirely for her looks, but also for the look of her — all candy colors and loud patterns, and frayed edges. a sharp contrast to the man seated right before her. ]

I am not too sure of its recipe... It was my first time making it.

[ within the tupperware, of course, is a small, simple coffee loaf, peppered heavily with the very beans of the flavor he can tolerate. ]