Wanda huffed a breath of hair. It was the closest thing that Sam was going to get to a laugh. "Yeah. We should." She liked cooking. It reminded her of her mother and at times her brother. It was good to remember the people lost.

As long as she didn't spend to much time thinking about it.

She followed him into the kitchen. She spent a fair amount of time here, helping Jon preserve food, and cooking when she was stressed. "Got it." She grabbed the knife from the drawer and then something to cut with.

"Slice or dice?"