"Fine, I imagine, since I had no hand in it."

The captain, dressed down in blue jeans and wandering about the place barefoot, is considerably shorter than usual, having kicked her heels off at the door. She's staying away from the still cooking food for now, knowing that getting too close to the pots will attract Chakotay's attention — if only to ensure that she doesn't touch any of them, so as not to contaminate the contents with what she dares to call cooking.