[ In truth it's a discussion she and Estinien have had at some length, both in want of their colleagues who are decidedly more skilled in that arena. But without them around...well, the duty falls to them. Doubtlessly there will be more fumbled attempts in the further, whether Geralt is the subject of it or not. At least Himeka is equipped to shrug most of it off should things go awry.

Her lips quirk into a lopsided smile as she shakes her head at his remark about trusting others, honest as it is. ]

I won't. If anything, I probably have a few things I should learn from you.

[ Being that exact opposite in that arena. He would probably scoff at how many times she felt for the same schemes ere her arrival in Limsa Lominsa.

A few more assembled skewers make their way on the plate before she shifts her attention to the marinade, producing a basting brush out of the "aehter" of this world.]

Of course! Never a more trusty weapon at my side.

[ She rotates each skewer in her hand as she coats all the sides with quick, practiced strokes, knocking the stove with her hip and thick of her tail to force it to the perfect temperature as the flames on the burners come to life, two large skillets falling onto them with an audible THUD.

(Look, she may enjoy cooking in and of itself but there's no reason not to use some of these creation magics.) ]

Honestly, I did make the mistake using it as a mace once. Apparently Garlean armor isn't as sturdy against well-crafted iron as they would like to think.

[ A wink.

She thought it was a terribly funny story. Her colleagues were a little more concerned she had left her guard down in enemy territory--but what are you going to do while waiting for your queue to pop other than make a quick meal? ]

And what is yours? Weapon of choice, that is.