I suppose not even I could ruin chicken so- wait...that's not quite right. [She rubs her wrists as she stands, huffing a soft laugh at the memory.] Though in my defense? Henri was handing me the ingredients. It is not my fault it made his girlfriend sick.

[She pushes her chair back into the desk and walks across the room to Ginia. It wasn't her fault that she felt frustrated. Accept and release. After a moment she offers a faint smile.] I am fairly certain you will make sure I do not repeat that mistake here, yes?