Awkward. Morgana was completely used to awkward. Not that she ever was herself. Alright, very rarely so. Certainly not if she could help it, sometimes even when she couldn't. Awkward wasn't a state of being that she spent much time in. However, she knew a few people who did. Two to be precise. Morgana doubted that there were two people who did awkward, stuttering, blabbing, ramblingness as well as Gwen and Merlin did. And she meant it with the utmost kindness and fondness. Especially, in relation to Gwen.
Which was rather than raising a brow, well much, or rolling her eyes at the other woman; Morgana gifted Piper with a smile, completely friendly and just as disarming. "It's perfectly alright. I didn't mind hearing it." She assured her, smile growing slightly. "It just so happens that was exactly what I was doing and that very thing happens to me more times then I would like. I'm entirely knew to cooking. And while I'm more than alright with lists and following directions, but I always get this sense that I should have bought more." Morgana explained, figuring sharing a little bit would put the woman more at ease.
"It seems that I do. It'll be just my luck that I read something wrong and I bought the wrong amount. Or the entirely wrong ingredient all together." Not likely, but a little fib never hurt in putting a conversation at ease. Or the person that you were having the conversation with.