[... Ah. Normally she's a little more relaxed about Rokurou acknowledging her knife issues but... a little bit of light leaves her eyes, those words from Della still stinging.]

Aha, well... still, I appreciate the trouble.

[She beckons him to follow her as she heads into the kitchen to place the parcel in the ice box for now.]

What sort of meat is it? Maybe we can have it for lunch, since we're mostly focusing on the dessert fondue for the lesson.