It's true; she has. Kathryn wandered too close to the still-cooking food more times than necessary, partly out of a need to indulge her ever unyielding curiosity and partly to keep her first officer on his toes. It was both running joke and unfortunate truth that Kathryn was unable to cook to save her life. Even the replicator in her quarters rebelled against her half the time. Her going anywhere near the pots and pans was a disaster waiting to happen and she knew it, but she tempted fate anyway.

Why? Because she could, that's why. And she left rank at the door.

Her answer came first in the form of jabbing Q in the side with one of the spatulas, the flimsy, plastic end bending in against his shirt. "Something to stab you with."