Link laughed out loud, clear and honest, not mocking in the slightest. He didn't doubt that with all his experience, all his skills, her Mushroom Kingdom still held things he'd need her help with. "When I come to visit, then, I hope I can count on your guidance." With the meat handed off he wiped his palms and hovered, watching curiously. He crouched beside her as the cooking began. It was immediately obvious she had more than a little practice with a knife: he did as well, of course, but it was of a different nature. If Link had been the one cutting carrots, they would have ended up in varied-size chunks. A far cry from her careful, clever dicing.

That wasn't the only diversion she took. Soon the meat was chopped up into smaller cubes. "What are you making?" Link asked, still hovering. He cocked his head and leaned a little close as she continued to work. He was unaware of the fact that he might be somewhat overbearing. When she filled the pan with water he thought he had a clue, but he still wasn't sure. Even something like this was out of his wheelhouse: he rarely did anything beside simply cooking the meat and making the rest into jerky.

"Saltbushes," he repeated. "Not around here, unfortunately. A hundred miles north, maybe. But I do have salt if you need to... preserve something," he said uncertainly, trying to figure out what on earth she'd need to do that for. He used salt a great deal himself--but that was because it made meat last longer. Why she'd need to use some in a meal he couldn't quite tell.