She is hungry. Head back to kitchen and eat.

Diana heard her stomach growl, drawing her attention to the fact the apple she had grabbed was not enough. Which made sense. She had no way of knowing how long she had been **** for.

Scooping up all the books, she headed back to the kitchen. Once there she took out the cookbook and looked for something good. Her eyes found themselves stuck on a casserole.

Once she decided on that, she began gathering the ingredients. She regularly consulted the cookbook, only to be distracted by the comments written that had nothing to do with the actual cooking.

'A good meal to greet your husband with.'

'easy for even the ditziest little wife.'

'Get him in the mood to put a bun of his own in your oven.'

Diana found herself thinking more about those comments than the cooking. She looked up and realized she had just put it in the oven without even realizing she was done.