After having been informed by both Campbell and Raiden that her cooking was borderline inedible, she'd made it a point to try and get a second- no, third opinion by grabbing you and demanding you give her your honest opinion.

"So um, what're your thoughts?" She blinked at you with a surprising intensity, a mushy mouthful of her cooking sat on your tongue as you debated whether or not you could spit it out or find an excuse to not swallow. Anything to get it out of your mouth.