For the second time since Camilla 's, Yor stares down her foe.

A cutting board. A knife. Beets. Potatoes. Cabbage, bacon, beef 'more. Everywhere. An inundation of produce and meat. Farther away, Camilla 's handwritten recipe, annotated especially for her with blistering red ink. It 's a blood bath.

To be honest, the longer Yor looks at what she 's up against, the more she wonders why she asked to learn this recipe. Starting with a grilled cheese may have been more sensible.

Outside the kitchen, Anya watches Bondman. The fourth rerun finished just a few days ago, and the channel has, yet again, decided the show is worth re-airing. Anya has migrated from her usual seat in front of the television to a spot right at Loid 's side for a few reasons 'two, really. The first being Loid 's concern for her eyesight, which had spiked aggressively when he 'd caught her squinting at him from over the dinner table one evening.