I'll fetch the water. I'll leave you to deciding which of what we have on hand might be useful for seasoning.

[ Here's another jaunty grin, but it's all part of Ellana deciding to relax and just go along with this. Easier to do that and let them both make their own errors along the way than stand around like she has any clue what she's really doing. Blessedly, no one's asking her to pretend these days. It's a relief.

Which means she pulls out the pot and balances it against her hip, heading toward the fresh water dispensary and checking that it is, indeed, on the water setting before getting the pot in place. She returns with it cradled against her chest instead of her hip this time, her one good arm wrapped around it. ]

One pot of water to boil, as you please.