Gyre needs to learn to appreciate the new range of vegetables in the world, or more specifically in the whole universe. He could even eat a number of the vegetables, courtesy of their composition! He hadn't even seen some of the meat flowers.

"You could bring her soup." Ten offers, setting down the knife he was using. He turns, opening a deep drawer down near the floor and rummaging in it. A few moments later, he stands up again with an unmarked metal can that has a pull-ring on the top to open it.

"But if she's sitting she probably won't eat." He clarifies, reaching over the counter to set the can in front of Gyre. He's still in the middle of things though, his focus turning to tumbling the now-freshly-cut-butter-onions into a bowl so he can bring them... not to the giant pot? He's putting the bowl on top of the orbven instead? Like, waaaaay up on top?

A moment later, a soft sizzling and crackling sound fills the room like those onions were frying off. The room smells even butteryer. Nice.