After swallowing his last bite, Hendrik nodded at Yotsuyu. "I admit I cannot cook. But that might be something I shall have to try at, especially if I can recreate this yakitori." The word was slowed down, and he was more than sure it sounded wrong but he was trying. And try and try and try again he would. Now he could make 'camp food' but trying to actually cook wasn't something he'd ever really needed to do.

He brightened a little. "I wonder if the library should hold such a tome." And although he was saving the dango as she called it, for after since she'd kindly pointed out that it was a sweet, Hendrik was still thinking about cooking.

That might require someone to put out the fires he might accidentally start. And maybe the cookbooks were all magical for all he knew.