"No allergies. Don't worry. I'm pretty sure I can stomach anything. I once ate some poison by mistake and was perfectly fine."
For most people, this was probably a worrying trait and one that was most definitely not normal at all. Yet, when one considered the underworld they both came from, was it any surprise that people tried poisoning Noah Simmon's only daughter? Emiya simply smiled the detail off as if it were no big concern.
"Not that I would think you'd do that," she clarified. "I'm just saying that you could cook me a boot and I'd happily eat it and say it was delicious."
One would think Emiya was used to eating only the best of the best; after all, she was technically a rich girl. Best clothes, best gadgets, best food -- it should have been the norm, yet she just chose to live simply. It was more to her taste, even if expectations were otherwise. She'd always been a calm person who didn't need much, though perhaps this was why people thought she could be treated badly...
"Are you sure you can do that barehanded?" she asked, having watched Zeno carry the prickly cacti pads with no rpotection at all. Despite her wanting to help carry after getting to prune under his guidance. She was concerned he may hurt himself. But he got them to the kitchen with no issue, so she supposed her worries were for nothing.
Not wanting to just sit and do nothing, being a proactive person, she rolled up her fluffy sleeves, ready to help. "Let me lend you a hand at least. I promise, I know how to cook! I'm not some useless nepo baby."
Zeno took the poison comment in stride. It was a strange world they lived in, after all, and he was one of its many, many oddities. "I'm fine," he answered as he set out his supplies, pausing only to show her his hands. "A little prick from them is nothing to me, after all." He offered her a comforting smile.
"And I would never do something as uncivilized as serving you a boot, Miss Fujimaru," he said, the corner of his mouth quirking up in a sly grin. "I assure you."
While he wanted to tell her to simply sit back, allow him to prepare her a meal, he had the distinct impression that any protestations would be fruitless. He supposed it would be better for her to learn a hands-on approach. With a small sigh, he snatched up one of the cactus pads and laid it out on the cutting board. "You can use whatever tool you wish to hold the pad as you remove the spines," he explained. He held it in his hand easily, as this was how he had grown accustomed to working in his kitchen. The ability to heal from nearly any and every injury meant accidents in the kitchen didn't bother him in the slightest. "Take your knife," he took the chef's knife in hand, "and begin scraping off the needles in the direction opposite their growth."
Zeno demonstrated this for her, taking care to move slower than he would normally. "Now, all we need to do is trim off the sides and the bottom like so, and then we'll give them a rinse."
It was an odd feeling, taking the place of instructor for quite possibly the first time in his life. Zeno had little patience for most people, but it would seem that Emiya was an exception. He could see her out of the corner of his eye, watching his every move. Once the first pad was prepped and clean, it was set aside and he held the knife out to her handle first. "Your turn."
