"Here, let me write it for you. I'll forget something if I don't see it written out." He doesn't doubt Random's ability to remember anything he's told, but his own mind is questionable at the best of times.

Gorlim takes out a pencil and some folded paper from his pocket and scribbles a list as he talks. "Right... mushrooms, if you like those. Onions. Salt, of course. Pepper. Flour. I don't suppose I could ask you for a preference of spices? Well, then, oregano is always nice. Rosemary. Butter. That's for the meat. D'you want anything with it?"