"I am not either." He mostly always was cooked for, being from a relatively noble life, except when he was a vagrant and just stole bread from shops. He stares at the pot of broccoli for a moment, wondering what to do with it. He's not exactly sure how to cook broccoli. It's in a pot, though, so he puts a little water in and puts it on a burner to steam it. Then he begins to meticulously tidy the things Nina threw or spilled across the kitchen.