Tabitha smelled food. Naturally this was a dangerous factor for the cook anytime she was A) anywhere on the grounds and B) When she'd just got done with a workout. So, still in her obnoxiously pink gym clothes the small blonde tromped into the kitchen-and stopped immediately with her water bottle in mid air. "Canada." Her stance was now that of a swordsman, arms out and water bottle brandished like the finest cutlass. Typical greeting really.