[Eleanor still hesitates, considering the other girl carefully. It was so hard to trust people, any people, that weren't father or her sisters. She hadn't even trusted Dr. Tenenbaum, not really. Still...the prospect of learning to cook was tempting. None of the memories her mother had shoved into her head were of any use in that respect. Too many rich scientists with servants.]
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[Finally she nods her head.]
If you are sure you don't mind.