[ He's young. She keeps racking her brain wondering how it is that so many young men and women in his demographic seem to have ended up here, though she balances that unasked question against "what do you mean so many, there's not exactly hundreds of people here." It makes her suspicious of Ursula and whatever is enabling them to come here, but that kind of questioning is better not done in present company.

... Not Adrien's, but Ursula's, given where they still are. Blanketforts and blanket capes aren't the strangest things in the world, particularly not here, and he settles himself down readily enough.

... He's so young. Like the three young men who had gone missing not so long ago. If she's honest, that's part of what worries her most. Though she makes her response an almost amused question in turn when she answers his statement. ]

Are you certain they're not actually soap?

[ There have been "difficulties" with such things in the past. ]

I'd suggest leaving the cooking to those with some skill for it, or learning on your own. It's not so difficult once you try.

[ Theoretically speaking. ]