"Did she arrive with you?" Una inquired. From what she'd heard of Starbuck's normal circumstances, it didn't seem like she'd come from a place and time conducive to the keeping of pets.

Exactly when and how she'd learned to cook was, as with almost everything before the age of sixteen, lost in the haze of Una's memory. "Or sheer bloodymindedness," she said to Starbuck's comment. "Which I think was what happened with me."