( Cooking! That's relatively easy, isn't it? A rather wholesome suggestion, too, which warms the heart to think of. She hums in her understanding, taking a moment while her eyes scan over the stars to think.

Cooking, warmth, fire, pans... )

It may be a bit simplistic, but it's a good starting spot, I think.

( With an idea, she leans closer, using one hand to prop herself up as the other points upwards, tracing the projected stars as close as she can to his view. )

Here, then down, over and up again... It's like a cooking pot. Can you see it? The sort of thing you'd make a stew in.