Skellig's focus as they start to eat is purely the food for a moment - but he is listening as she speaks and tells her story.

"I can cook...some things," he says, in between bites. "Meats, if I do not just have them raw. Vegetables on a flame." The crust of the 'pizza' crunches in his mouth - not burnt, just right - and he chews before speaking. "I would not have the slightest clue how to make a dough that cooperates."