Zenith frowns and crosses her arms, stepping back. 'Okay, [i]way[/i] too many cooks in the kitchen. Just step back, Zenith, deep breaths. You don't have to control everything. It is [i]your[/i] kitchen, but whatever. Guess ownership means nothing these days.' She offers a small smile and begins to organize her kitchen.

Carra tilts her head. "You okay, my prince?"