Kainé blinks in befuddlement at Anna's inscrutable statement, being apparently ten thousand years too old to understand the "based memes" of the youth. All the same, she can't quite hide the small, but sincere mile that comes to her lips when Anna tastes the stew, voicing her satisfaction. Ugh, won't do at all, ruins her image. Back to sarcasm it is.

She snorts, "Gross. Don't tell me about your fetishes, you goddamn degenerate." Still, she's unable to entirely distance herself from her good mood. What was this, this peace? It's all too fleeting in this precarious world, soon to be replaced with blood and terror, as it was in her own. Only a fool trusts in that kind of thing, and fools don't survive what she's been through.

But... this sort of atmosphere is what she's ached for all her life, isn't it?

"Mm. Yeah, wouldn't mind some more spice."