She peeks at Stiles and watches as he concentrates so hard on the apple he's peeling. She smiles warmly and then goes back to her own apple. It was nice - having someone to be there in the kitchen with her. Mother would cook, of course, but often it was a solo act for her. She didn't like a crowded kitchen, she had told her, but Rapunzel loved it. It just made cooking...more fun. More meaningful.

Again, she thought to bring up what Korra had told her, but held back. Maybe it wouldn't be the best idea to spring the topic on Stiles when he had a knife in his hand. Especially when it seemed a true effort on his part.