Avery is currently the smallest person in the kitchens by almost a foot and maybe a hundred pounds, and yet somehow she is still less approachable-looking than the three massive, horned chefs working with her right now. It's kind of a gift when you think about it.

Still, it could be worse. They're at least all focused on the work rather than arguing today. One of the Tal-Vashoth even seems to be humming some sort of jaunty tune as he chops up vegetables.

Unfortunately perhaps, depending on your point-of-view, it's not him but Avery who notices Cosima first and narrows her eyes suspiciously. "You need something?"