"My parents taught me a little, because they were very against bringing up a spoiled brat. The rest is self taught from recipes. My abuela wasn't around to teach me, but I live in my grandparents' old house and some of hers were still in the kitchen when I inherited it."

She takes a bite of a cookie and offers the container to Zerxus as she elaborates, "I am super privileged, just not a complete brat. My parents offered me anything I wanted for my twenty first birthday, so I asked for my grandparents' house and enough security to make living in the middle of nowhere safe even with the walking dead. Dad must have bribed people. My security system is military grade, not available for general sale. He's a little overprotective." She raises one hand idly to her collarbone, where a microchip monitors and transmits her vital signs, so her parents never have to wonder if she's still among the living.