Different people prepare different food, the same can be said for different cultures. I didn't know what most of the things I make now were when I first came here.

[She leads him along quietly, humming a little. It's not till they reach the cafe that she pauses, flicking on the light switch of the little stand and disappearing behind the counter.]

Be out in a sec, Rue! Have a seat.

[The faeries not sure what they have in stock, so she's just going through the pre-made cakes for him; poor thing's likely starving.]