A slow smile warmed Sabine's features as she offered him a quarter of a Southwestern Monte Cristo to try. "Now I know what to make for dinner for you and Molly. Or at least where to start."

The menu began shaping itself in her mind, along with a list of ingredients she could replicate and those she'd need to buy--plus the awareness she'd need to find some paying work or an income of some kind soon to keep the kitchen stocked.

"Gumbo, red beans and rice, blackened trout...beignets and coffee," she murmured, less of a recitation and more of an incantation, like she proposed to make it appear from thin air.