"Hi, Lucy. Sam." Emma had a friendly smile for the ghost, but didn't quite lift her head enough for eye contact with the man. "I'm Emma. And that," she said, referring to the sign, "is mostly a study in potatoes cooked with cream and/or cheese." Comfort food, plus the comfort of cooking. She was being ridiculous, wasn't she?

"Why did you want Sam to meet me?" she asked Lucy, another way of distracting herself, plus maybe preventing Sam for a moment from wondering why she'd picked those recipes to cook.