"Masu?" She queries. "A friend of yours? The galley cook?"

She can make some assumptions, if he hasn't cooked in seven years.

"I suppose I can understand the territorial reaction. Cooks can be rather particular." She didn't especially mind if anyone disturbed her kitchen, but then, not every cook had magical powers to ensure things kept on the right track.

"...Make sure you pack in some rice at the top so it seals in the filling."