Natalia felt the heat rise to her cheeks. It had been an accident, but she wasn't about to make excuses for herself. If she'd done poorly, then it was best to acknowledge her mistake for what it was and learn from it.

Hopefully.

All the lessons in the world seemed to mean little when it came to Natalia's cooking.

"I shall do my best," she promised, very seriously inclining her head. Yuri's frustration seemed obvious to her, and she truly was grateful for his patience in the matter. It was vexing to be an accomplished healer and archer, while a skill most people possessed was so far beyond her grasp of understanding.

The princess reached behind her to unfasten the strings of her apron, hanging the garment neatly on a peg before she rinsed off her hands and fluffed out her hair. After retrieving her purse, Natalia took her place next to Yuri as she prepared to step out into the cold. "How long have you been cooking? The skill is practically second nature to you."