"Then there will be wine," Kami declared. Then, decision made, she began puttering in earnest. For the moment, Mirza had ceased to exist as she retrieved a heavy pan, a cutting board, knives, and every other bit of hardware she would need. That done, she practically skipped to the refrigerator for the actual food. It was surprising how efficient and capable she seemed. Before Mirza had even reached the breakfast bar, she had already measured out the rice and put it on to boil as she contemplated the pepper in her hand. "You don't mind peppers, do you?" she asked. "I think it's going to need some crunch to it."