No one said it would be easy

[Valentine's day is a lot of work. After rushing to finish her attempts at cooking, Miranda had run back to her room to change, and then run back to the mess hall to wait. She knew she wasn't very good at cooking, and was having second thoughts about the sensibility of her dress. Despite this it was too late for anything else, so this would have to do.]

[From here! Sometime after the mess hall has cleared.]

Ah, so... H-how spicy do you generally like your food?