Not a desert. I think it had more green on it before, but that could've been...decades, maybe centuries ago.

[There's a shrug of her shoulders. She really wouldn't know, but she's heard chatter about it in the past.]

Help you cook. You did say you were bad at it, right? [Slow cookers were easy to deal with, and as long as he remembered to leave it on at the right temperature, then everything would be fine. He didn't need to get her anything, though. She was fine with nothing--his friendship was more than enough.]

In that case, I could look for a cookbook for you, if you want.