Undead? [She arches a brow, frowning a bit more heavily at that.] Like undead undead?

[Even as she asks, she moves to the closet. Taking her time, thinking it over like she's been told to do. When she opens it, she hauls out a big pot, steaming, and carrying it to the stove. The scent of spices and meat fill the air as she sets it on the stove.

Reaching up, finding a couple of bowls. Scooping things into one, bringing them over to where he is and setting it down before him.]

I can join you, if you want. I haven't tried to eat since I woke up, but I might be able to. I can touch things, after all.