"Hol-yyy shit! Shit, shit-!" Aya rapid fired the swear words as she whipped the cloth down onto the tiny fire that had sparked. Because of her, of course. She let out what you assumed was a sigh of relief, her shoulders slumping a little along with it as she exaggeratedly wiped the imaginary sweat off of her forehead. Her purple gaze went to yours and she directed a chuckle your way, a half-smirk on her face and glints of impishness gleaming in her eyes.

"I won't tell Cal if you don't?" She offered, her roughish energy infectious. It wasn't such a bad thing, being stuck on kitchen duty for a week with someone as playful and fun as Ayame. If only the two of you hadn't gotten on Calderon's bad side, he probably, just probably, would not have enacted this punishment. But honestly, being with Ayame didn't seem like that much of a punishment. Although, maybe it was just a little risky considering everything she cooked was hazardous that had the potential to poison the whole starship and burn it down.

"Soooo, we better clean this, huh?" Aya's eyes squinted a little at the charred countertop and glob of definitely inedible food that sat atop the stovetop. Then, her eyes trailed to all the dirty dishes laying carelessly in the sink. Turning back to you, it seemed her puckishness increased tenfold. "Orrr we can just go ahead and bail real quick? What do you say? Sounds way better than to be stuck doing..." She gestured to the mess, "this."