[she whistles as if impressed and puts a hand on her hip.]

That one probably shouldn't be digested either I guess. [she leans her elbows onto the counter, frowning at him.]

But I don't think anything here can be trusted. Were you going to try to cook? [she had vague memories of him cooking before which she shouldn't have but well, that wasn't new! she had a bunch of memories that were never hers.]