"I'm going to have to say that competitions are not allowed anymore."

"That... " Adrianne was about to say something, when she eventually glanced up at the cream clinging to the side of the walls and bottom of the roof with one of her purple eyes, and then back at Zhevon.
" ... that was the sisters of battle's fault! They distracted me!"

Adrianne frowned slightly at saying that. Surely if there had been no one to talk against her, she would never have gotten riled up enough as to whip cream across the kitchen! There was no doubt that she was the victim here!

"Hey Adrianne, how's dinner coming along?"

"Ohhh, it's done!" Adrianne said, suddenly realizing that the main soup which was currently sitting on the stove was at the point of boiling over. With a quick gesture from her hand, the large pot jumped over to one of the counters instead, the thick, creamy substance inside of it rolling about as various giblets of vegetables and what could only be assumed to be pieces of meat floated to the surface.

[i]"Next time I'm ordering food, it's probably less stress... " [/i]

The Psyker thought to herself as she looked at the soup, before quickly ransacking the spice shelf and dumped some of the bags down into the soup. After all, even if the initial project might not have been a success, anything could be remedied by an appropriately liberal addition of spices as to eliminate the original taste!

Noticing how sleepy the rest of the group seemed to be however, Adrianne had also produced some homemade blue shakes, yet the lack of energy around in the group convinced her that she might need to add a boost. And so the Psyker produced some caffeine pills, along side various other "cognitive-enhancing-battlefield-drugs" which she casually dropped into the shakes before handing them out to the rest of the group.

"Here's some shakes to get you guys back into shape, and the dinner will be about any minute now!" Adrianne said as she went around to hand the blue shakes out to the rest, though paused to give Stukov a look. Kneeling down to him, she would speak in a whisper to Stukov.

"[i]Are you alright? I recommend you stay a safe distance away from the Sisters. They have chronic anger management issues, which is not helped by the perpetual stick they got up their butts![/i]"