... mm. I guess that makes sense. It's not like you have to be a chef to follow a recipe. It's something like that, right?

[ Of course, she's uh, not particularly good at following recipes either so maybe she's setting herself up for failure. But it's a little hard to say something like that on the face of such a confident assertion. If anyone can do it, surely someone like her must have even the slightest chance.

She nods, more to herself than him, and finally stands up to make her way to the door, looking back at him over her shoulder as she goes. ]

I'll be out there as soon as I'm ready. ... There's nothing else I need to do first, is there?

[ Like all the steps before praying at a temple. That's a kind of magic, isn't it? ]