Alisa too could only watch as Judith impressed them with her skills, and quite frankly, she had them in troves. Though the sculptress had never cared enough about cooking to wander into the kitchen and watch, she had to admit, the expertise with which she went through all the ingredients was almost... Artistic... She could see why many people considered cooking an art form?
"Fufu~... I can see that? Meanwhile, I mostly neglected my cooking skills in favour of... Other pursuits.", Alisa confessed, rubbing her temple with a lopsided smile. She looked at her pile of ingredients, and finally nodded, "Mmmm, I suppose now that we came this far... The omelette isn't going to cook itself, is it?"
And thus Alisa took the nearest clean frying pan, and as no good Fiorian cusine would ever leave out the olive oil, she grabbed a nearby bottle and turned it upside down, pouring it liberally... Perhaps too liberally even, by the time she tossed the vegetables on the frying pan and turning up the heat:
"Well... Here goes nothing.", after watching Judith, she at least knew the order with which to add the ingredients.