"I would imagine they were," she agrees gently. "They're also good at keeping you warm in cold places."

In a lot of respects, Beverly knows she's very spoiled and lucky in comparison to a lot of people here. But she can't help wishing that she could help them somehow, wishing that their lives weren't as hard as they actually were, or that maybe something can help make things better now.

"What ingredients are usually in it?" Beverly asks curiously as she watches. "Do you need help chopping anything?"