Stardust is watching Susan and trying to figure out what this bizarre activity called cooking is about. Susan is offering her chicken and cheese, and Stardust is sniffing at them and refusing to eat them.
"I have better cooking utensils in my camping gear than you have here!" says Susan. And after a moment: "Then again, I also cook more often with my camping gear than you cook here."
I am writing this because Susan advised me to stay out of the kitchen because I am not to be trusted near food. But I am interrupting my writing at times to go follow Susan onto the balcony, where she went to smoke, so that I can kiss her and distract her terribly from her cooking. It is great fun to distract her from her cooking.