"I think I'm more concerned about her insulting me as a blade master." Cynthia said, fanning the ember she had just made in the sticks. "I for one wouldn't be caught dead using a blade less than half my level, so if you can find a level three kitchen knife, then we can talk." She quickly dashed back to the table and grabbed the spices she left there and dashed back, flipping the fish with a flick of her wrist before adding the seasoning. The irony was that when she was doing almost anything else, she used the menus and automatic systems, but with fighting or cooking she couldn't allow the system to help her. 

"Besides," She added, keeping an eye on the meal. "I'd like to see you use a knife to cut a fish as cleanly as my sword."