Well, wasn’t that kind of exciting? Llewellyn nodded a little, “I can usually tell what the ingredients are, even if I wouldn’t know the measurements for them.” Which might be a little more of a problem, but then again, even when he had a recipe he still managed to botch things up himself. Living in a dormitory for a brief period in the last world had definitely been annoying for anyone living there when he got it in his head to try to cook. Then, when he moved in with Rhy, he had been concerned about setting something on fire and had refrained from making attempts with anything more than toast.

“It would be interesting to compare, perhaps between books.” He hummed a little, rubbing his cheek thoughtfully. “We may even have some ingredients that are essentially the same, but with different names?” Which was another small point of interest, or at least it was to Llewellyn. “My husband is from a different world than my own, and we’ve discovered some flowers and plants are named differently for one reason or another. I’m sure that may extend to other worlds where food is concerned.”