Gyre is keeping an eye on Luka, and trying not to stare at the uh powder coming out of the potatoes. Luckily, the princess gives him something else to focus on with that little bit of homey wisdom.

"Is that true? About cooking?" he murmurs, pausing a moment to consider what that would mean. Maybe he should make stew more often, even though stew outside of winter is still deeply bizarre to him.

Much like the idea of adding food to water. He glances at Ten again, his eyes catching on the potato powder again. "They can eat it in the water?"