[And yet it's a smile nonetheless, which means the proverbial door has been swung wide open for Gilgamesh to misinterpret intent. Gilgamesh being Gilgamesh, he chooses to see it as a warm invitation into her personal space. Accordingly, he accept it with great glee, leaning over and now nearly nose-to-nose.]

Of course you can cook. You waste your breath, woman.

[He's just striking out repeatedly here, isn't he?]

But cook what, exactly? I find it doubtful I've stumbled upon some gourmet in the midst.