Galadriel had seen a great many strange things in Paradisa's kitchens. Conan delving into the study of cooking barely makes the top ten. If she did not know that he were not truly a child, she might worry more about him harming himself in the practical application of his study, but as it is, she is content to go about her business.

She gathers her own ingredients-nothing much, just a few vegetables, enough to throw a salad together- and sets them on the counter, sparing Conan a glance as she does so.

"And what is it that you are studying so intently?"