Renee's glad someone does, because if someone expected her to cook--well, it'd be a lot of mac and cheese and hot dogs, until someone more experienced came along. She knows eggplant--she'd always seen it up at the corner market in her (relative) youth, but she'd never bought any to try--it seemed like more trouble than it was worth, when she'd read about what a person had to do to it to make it edible. But this guy seems to know what he's doing, so...

"You need any help?" Since he looked troubled, and all. "I mean, I don't know what I'm doing with eggplant, but I can take direction and stuff." Renee shrugged, and gave a slight smile at the guy. Couldn't hurt to ask, right?