[When you get dense enough, it wraps around to sly. Which is to say, Enna's completely unbowed, but she nods, drawing her cloak around herself and rustling it a bit.]

Cawww. [Yeah, she's making bird noises instead of something like 'hm'.] I dunno. Usually I just do my own thing. Da always said, too many cooks spoils the soup, or something like that. Which I think is a silly thing to say, 'cause it's more just that it's bad if it's too crowded to move in a kitchen you're using hot oil in.

[She nods, like this tangent is exactly what Azula wanted to know.]

It's not really coordinated... It's not like we all have assigned duties. They keep changing. Which is weird. So I just sorta do whatever I feel like. Today it's cooking!