Tabris had come to the problem that this kitchen didn't really have anything she knew how to make off the top of her head. Some boxes came with instructions, but the words were small, confusing, and she didn't know most of them. So, she defaulted to what she did know. She cut up a piece of meat into chunks, threw it on a pan with salt and pepper, and then mixed it up with similarly cut carrots.

She had managed to not burn down the kitchen, at least.

She notes Stephen leaving, and figures that he's trying to make sure that she hasn't managed to catch his kitchen and all the food on fire, and waves to him, grabbing the tea kettle and pouring the tea into two cups. "I don't know how common this shit is for you, or for him, but it's the best I can do on short notice." She informs him, waving with her spoon to the food. "Cooking isn't exactly my specialty. Are you sure you don't want some?" It felt odd, to make food and not share it. Against Ferelden culture, where you made sure everyone around you was fed, no matter how little you had.