She turned, boggling at the man and his assumption, still stirring, but not as carefully. Did he really...? Although it wasn't a completely ridiculous assumption, and the staff were strange enough. "Sometimes we make things that can be heated up as needed. I do that a lot, actually. But usually, if he's cooking, it's because someone ordered food."

It was then the nutty aromas coming from the roux she'd been stirring developed an acrid, and obviously burnt note. Emma sighed. "Wonderful. That's an hour wasted. And more food." Just flour and clarified butter, as far as ingredients went, but it added to the pattern, didn't it? She grabbed a towel to use as a pot holder while she scraped out the blackened mess.