"I will not poison you," Zerynthia called from the next room. "While I don't like what you did to my race, you did save me from the demon world, and have given me a chance at revenge. For that I shall swallow my pride and bless you with a meal."
Curious, Bane headed into the next room, which was the kitchen. It had an island counter in the middle, with a stove on one side. The wall opposite the stove was lined with cupboards, and then a sink under a large window. Sitting on a stool, Bane watched Zerynthia waving her hands to use spiritual energy to move ingredients from the cupboard to the cutting board on the island.
"I forgot that you do the cultivation thing. Are you putting your own energy into the food as you cook it? Does that do anything for the flavor, or make you stronger or something?" Bane asked, but Zerynthia didn't answer, or even look at him. "You are angry about something?"