Temari looks a little chagrined. She reaches up and rubs the back of her neck; the expression turns completely sheepish. "I have a tendency to lose focus," she admits. She drops her hand, then shrugs, hands palm up and open. "It's just so... mundane. Boring."

She pauses for a second, then admits: "Boring enough that I sometimes manage to completely ruin whatever I'm trying to cook."