"It's a real plant, yeah," Saturday says, some of her equilibrium recovered now that she's able to prevent culinary catastrophe. "But iceberg lettuce is kinda notorious for having basically no nutritional value. It's crunchy and very cool, lots of water, but not much else. An' it doesn't have a real taste. Mostly it's just cheap filler."

Saturday has mixed the salad greens, and is now cheerfully ignoring the industiral quantities of fucking disgusting goo-salad dressing. Instead she's filched several containers of, among other things, oil, vinegar, buttermilk, and garlic.

"And now we make the dressing. Gonna aim for two kinds - a creamy one and a more oily one, so people can add what they like. As always with cooking," Did Alloran ask for cookery lessons? He's getting them anyway, "we start with prep. Let me show you how to chop garlic heads - these are safe to eat raw so have a nibble, get a sense for how it feels. Raw garlic is eaten medicinally sometimes, but mostly you cook it with something else, as a flavoring." She has a head of garlic peeled and chopped in a moment, and offers a bit to Alloran.