[ When Rin comes into the kitchen, Gray is finishing up with some dishwashing. As she notices Rin, she towels her hands off and hangs up her apron. The pleasant smell of perfume reaches her quickly, and indeed it seems a little strange that Rin would bother with that right after a bath... but she wonders if the smell serves a magrcraft-related purpose, like Lord El-Melloi II with his cigars. ]

A stew. I made it like we used to in my village, so it isn't anything fancy.

[ She unlids the pot that's been simmering on the stove to reveal a meaty stew of heartily cut portions, chunks of lamb, potato, carrots, and more jutting out of rich broth. The wall of savory aroma that bursts from the pot battles with Rin's refined scent. On a nearby cutting board is a rusty loaf of bread and a hunk of cheese, a couple slices of each already cut. Plates and silverware are neatly laid out as well. ]

You can take as much as you like while I get tea ready.