"It's just been awhile, I guess," she says, heaping some pasta and salad on her plate before digging in. When she still lived in her mother's place, she ate food like this all of the time. And, of course, the chefs being of magical heritage ensured that no meal ever tasted the same and that there was every variety of food for one to choose from. Moira finds that, since leaving home, she much prefers eating in smaller kitchens, such as this one and the one in her own cottage, better than a lofty, cold dining room meant for nobility.

"Hmm," she says after a bite. "Yeah, this is fantastic stuff."