"It's raining, food helps knights bond." She answers, keeping her soft smirk on her face as she watches the raw egg shenanigans unfold. Good thing Haizea and Matilda are eating the cooked eggs, otherwise they'd go to waste. After a few moments, all the sound from the cooktop ceases and the room is left only with the ceaseless sound of the rain outside.

Which should answer Garrot's question. It's just a storm.

"I won't be cooking tomorrow night, we'll be outside again."