Who: Khem, Nat?
When: NEVER!
What: SOME AU CRAZINESS FOR JEN!

Khem knotted her fingers in her skirt a moment and tried NOT to fidget with the little button mic Nat had helped her put on for the...interview...parts? She was used to the cameras now, how not, but it had been some years now since she had to be on them to argue for her husband's freedom. "Ah, Nathaniel...asked me?" she offered. It was the truth to why she was here after all! That and well..."the children entered him without asking."

Nat just kind of chuckled at that, the sound warm enough to make the camera shift slightly, thankfully, away from her. "Her twins and my kid thought it would be funny."

Khemrys sighed. Yes, funny. "As they said it seems they mentioned I taught Nathaniel to cook and we enjoy cooking together? But he was already q good cook when we met!" HER CHILDREN HAD LIED TO GET THEM ON HERE! The cameraman said something and she closed her eyes a moment, "aye, every child might be proud enough to exaggerate." But so far this was more speaking than cooking and she was getting a touch flustered!

Nat bumped her shoulder and smiled again, "we'll just have fun, you'll see. And the kids will be jealous." Utterly!

The small cooking area was actually a relief to poke through, but then they were all being called down to meet the man named Guy (and what mother had been so tired to decide on such a name?!), but unlike many who were mostly neutral, the man had a subtle scent of Good about him even if he was rather loud, so it helped her smile as she and her friend stood behind a far more grounding shopping cart. They were useful things, carts, and she was rather fond of them in the norma-oh. Oh why was there a triangle ahead of them now?

She glanced at Nat, worried, perhaps she should have studied as the children suggested?! Ah, hotdogs, canned oysters, and a spiralizer tool?! "What?" she whispered softly to the leopard, a bit lost.

"Have to use them all in our dish," he whispered back, then carefully tucked an arm around her waist so when everyone started darting off with their carts he could subtly carry her the first several steps while she was lost! "What are we making?!" For all he was carrying her he was almost laughing?

"Ah...AH! Hmmm." Fast and with such as they had been given, "canned meats taste of metal, as do most, ah, hotdogs," which was still a ridiculous name. Metal tastes, processed meat tastes, they had to...OH! "Harvest feasting..."

Nat grinned and fully picked her up, putting her in the cart, "you just point! Oh should we do batter breads?" HE HAD STAYED VERY FOND OF THEM OKAY?! "Is it the baked blood and meat in several ways over root veg thing?"

She shook her head, "toast mayhap, but perhaps if we...stay?" Past this odd round their next challenge might allow for the lighter things? she had never ridden IN a cart before it was oddly amusing? That or Nat was infectious. "And yes, yams or the like might be made into spirals?" It made sense in her head anyway?

"They don't eat it I will!" Nat promised with a laugh, long legs stretching into strides that somehow still let him snag things as she pointed while passing! "Bet our camera is getting some nice shots..." he snickered quietly. He knew Beryl was watching! "Just relax, you can do what you are reallu good at and we'll just have fun. We don't have to win anything you know."

She peeked around Nat slightly to see their cameraman jogging and mostly focused on Nat's....back, yes, and covered her face in her hands a moment, "my lord Jason would be very amused," she agreed in quiet amusement.

"There you go, you relaxed a little," victory! "Bet Jason wants to knock out a judge and take their place..."

She did laugh at that, swatting his arm very gently, "do not even suggest such out loud!" Because Jason would! He was jealous of her food! Bah. Silly man.

Silly men.

Silly, silly contest.