His worries were unfounded. Before she touched anything else, she put some water in the sink and dribbled soap in. She stuck her forehooves in the cold water, grabbed a washcloth with her teeth, and scrubbed them clean. Still on her hind legs, she yanked open a drawer with her mouth and selected a knife, and set it on the counter. Dale stood back and watched as she grabbed a cutting board and a selection of vegetables and went to work. At first, she occasionally glanced up at him, but as she progressed, she stopped paying him any attention at all, aside from occasionally turning an ear in his direction.