Emerald shrugged, and followed him. At least she would get a chance to cook, and that might help her out. Chances were she was going to get stressed over something or other, and cooking helped her to relieve that. She found it odd that the angel had been quiet for so long; why was that, she wondered? Maybe she thought that because he didn't speak, she would keep quiet, too? Or maybe she just was shy, or something. She shrugged it off; it certainly wasn't going to make much of a difference in the long run. How far could keeping quiet all the time get her?
She glanced around the kitchen when they got there, searching to find out where everything was. It would be useful if she knew where everything was, in case she wanted, or needed, to cook at other times. She glanced at him, but he hadn't made any suggestions, and his posture...apparently he was okay with her surprising him. But what would she make? She wasn't even sure what she wanted to cook right then. Something simple...or something that she hadn't made in a while. She paused, then went to search the fridge and freezer; she couldn't make something if she didn't have the ingredients, and she couldn't even teleport herself, like other demons, to get what she needed.
She shrugged as she found some meat. Some quesadilla casserole wouldn't be too bad. She glanced at Woodstock, tilting her head to one side curiously. "There aren't any allergies I need to know about, are there? It would cause problems if there were some ingredient that you were allergic to..." she asked curiously. That much was true; she didn't want to hurt anyone because of an allergic reaction to something she made.