Kire broke into a genuine smile when Ysaryn reminded her of her prowess in the kitchen. "Can't wait to taste your cooking." She looked sharply behind her, hearing the commotion, then shook her head when Ruli walked in."Indeed." Kire watched him stalk off outside to clean himself. "That's a great look on you," she called out after him before turning back to Ysaryn. "Boys. And they say women are fickle and emotional." Kire rolled her eyes. "It's like he [i]doesn't[/i] want forgiveness."

She stood aside, watching Ysaryn prepare the food, admittedly hungry. At some point she remembered how foul-smelling the elf's tea was, but thankfully the seafood didn't smell anything like that. And just as Ysaryn used this time to distract herself from reliving that horrific moment, Kire resolved to put it out of her mind till later. "You know, back home, old folks would comment that you're ready for marriage when you can cook properly," she commented with a smirk. "Probably why I can't settle down."