O-oh, that? [She turns away from the conversation, looking out over the battlefield. Is that a tiny blush, again? It so is.]

Don't worry about them. I... there was this cat, and it scratched me up when I tried to petting it. I've cooked plenty of times, so you don't have to worry about the taste or anything. [This is, of course, utter bull. She cut herself a few times while trying to make food using tools and methods she isn't used to--while half-asleep--in the morning, but she tasted it herself and it's good so she doesn't want to give Soleil any reason to worry.]

Just enjoy it, okay? And don't get yourself killed.