... I can't imagine him cooking.

[ It's funny to think about though, and she smiles as she carefully places the seedling in the hole and sweeps the soil flush over it. Being slightly fussy about neatness, she proceeds to make sure the soil is perfectly aesthetic and cleanly packed. While she's fussing, she speaks more seriously. ]

I don't think he ever planned for a life outside of his hometown. I understand how he feels... but I'm not quite sure how to help him.