[ Maomao appreciates the vegetable washing diligence, even if Kalim is a little slow. Really, it's a shame he's doomed to a life of wealth -- he'd have made an excellent servant. ]

Certainly. It's simple enough; anyone could learn to make it.

[ She points out for both of their benefit what she's making: a few sauteed vegetables here, some aromatic rice there, a gentle but warmly seasoned broth; she's not familiar with all of these spices by taste, but she's confident it's at least edible. The most involved thing she's made is a small dish of dumplings with a spiced meat filling, which turns out to be pretty good when she takes an experimental bite. When all is said and done, there's a nice variety of small plates, most of them fairly light fare. She presents breakfast to them with a modest bow. ]

If it's to your taste, I can write it down for you. [ She glances sidelong at Jamil, making brief eye contact before looking back to Kalim. ] It's my understanding that Jamil also serves as your poison tester. I realize I may be overstepping my bounds here, but I think that would constitute an undue burden on a recovering patient.