[her drunk self would argue that he's currently cooked for her, even if that wasn't his intention, but it'd get lost somewhere in the translation. probably.]

Learn to cook? [she waves a hand and this is probably as entitled as he'll see her.] I've never even seen a kitchen, Anthony. It's not allowed. I made a fish once. [wait.] Several fish. For my Musketeers.

[it's all said while she pops pieces of the scone into her mouth and then it's gone and she's confused because... who ate her scone?]

You said you had very good alcohol. [and another look around shows her that they're in his kitchen.] I was hoping to find someone in that bar who could... [she lowers her voice to a whisper:] help me with my problem.