"She's a very intelligent dog," Una said, taking the offered hand and getting to her feet. Another slow stretch, and she began gathering up her clothes and getting dressed. "Not to worry; I actually am a rather good cook, if I do say so myself. It tends to surprise people. There seems to be a general opinion in the twentieth century that leadership skills and marksmanship disqualify a woman for the kitchen, or something like that." She grinned.