"Oh, my time is coming, I'm pretty sure." Yako sighed and shook her head, checking the soup stock on the stove. Something glittered as she stirred it, which she had learned was a good sign, altogether. "Right now I'm at the limits of what normal modesty can cover up. If it was a bit warmer, my legs would make it pretty hard to cal me 'normal', at this point anyways." But, a kitchen isn't exactly the proper local for shorts.

Especially not with potentially hazardous, boiling, or sharp items around. "Still, it's good to plan ahead. And if you do get nervous, just double-up on gloves when prepping ingredients."