Even if she had access to a kitchen, Cehrazad wasn't very good at cooking. In Walled hold, she had survived on food that didn't require much cooking. She ate very little meat, and tended to overcook that, until it was leathery and unpleasant. Here in the Weyr, of course, she had a much more varied diet, with more appetizing food, but she hadn't exactly learned how to cook food and make it taste good. Baking was even more complicated, and she knew when to give up without even trying.
So she showed up at Ed'wyn's "weyr" with fresh bread and hot klah. She hadn't made either, (though her klah was perfectly fine, thank you very much. It was SUPPOSED to be strong, otherwise what's the point?) but you couldn't show up empty-handed to greet a new 'neighbor,' especially if you hadn't exactly been invited.
But invited or not, she wanted to make sure they had this talk. Cehrazad was fine with the position of greenriders at New Atricis Weyr, she had never wanted to play with the kind of politics involved in being a Southern greenrider. But the northerners sometimes had some odd ideas about greenriders, and she wanted to make certain that Ed'wyn knew that here, at least, he deserved respect.
Respect, and more, Nahumth said, firmly. She didn't completely understand why some riders locked their doors, or why her own rider cared so much about the right to do so when she never locked her own, but she knew that it mattered to Cehrazad. He and his Aikerath should be strutting for the blues and browns of this Weyr.