[Still very upset, shaking a little, Yukiko allows herself to be led away from the awful, awful stew. It's really strange how she failed to notice that when she was cooking, but...here it is.]

...I haven't messed up an egg since I was seven.

[Sullenly, she looks back at the sink, swallowing hard, her throat tight and her eyes burning.]

...and what if it's like Anya? She lost the ability to speak English overnight, and now all she really speaks is Russian and very broken Japanese. It's not out of the question.

[Should she just give up on cooking? Probably. At least, that's her logic.]