We can do pasta. [She can't really blame him for snapping a little, especially since he isn't even being outright mean, so she's unfalteringly casual as she goes over to wash her hands and inspect the ingredients he's picked out. Something tells her he doesn't particularly want a pity party so she's gonna be chill!] There's enough around here to make some sauce, too. But I can cook pretty well if you're in the mood for something else instead.