"[i]Feed [/i]you?" said Injimo, frozen.
"One imagines you are familiar with the concept," said Sayanastia.
"I'm not - I don't know the first thing about cooking!"
"Then what do you eat?" 
"Eggs, mostly. And an earth/fire mana water blend."
"That sounds disgusting."
"It tastes like pyroclastic flow scrapings yeah - look the point is how am I supposed to [i]feed [/i]her a-a battle concept?"
"Do not," yawned Sayanastia. "Like she said, she is not going to remember it. And then you can beat her the same way next time. But hold on - I thought mana water did not have a taste."
"Yeah, no, I was talking about the eggs."
"The eggs you cook [i]every day[/i] taste to you like lava rocks?"
"Why don't we talk about something else."
"You are... removing the shells, are you not?"
"Those are extra nutrients."
"I have never once defiled the temple of my body by ingesting the matter from this corrupted world and I still understand that you are not supposed to do it like that."
"Look, my way is very efficient, okay? And I'm used to it. It's not like I'm hurting anyone. Shut up. Food sucks and is impossible."
"I agree!" said Sayanastia languidly, changing directions in an instant. "I am always saying this. So you should go ahead and serve your personal specialty to Morning here. I am sure she will [i]never [/i]forget the experience~"
"I'm pretty sure normal people eat them when when they're still yellow," Injimo was muttering as she got her hot plate out of her rucksack.
"And you do not?" said Sayanastia, voice positively dripping with delight.
"I - look, I just break them into the pan and come back to them after I've finished my next workout set. Sometimes they're a little burned."
"I see no reason to mess with perfection," said Sayanastia.
Injimo decided at this point that the Dark Dragon was not being constructive, and resolved to just Do Her Best. Okay, so, this time she was going to remove the shells, she was going to watch the eggs while they were cooking - and stir! Stirring! - Watch and stir and, and, maybe even find some herbs or something around here? Or nuts? She guessed that she didn't have to worry if they were poisonous because Morning was already dying of a cursed blade. She'd make a forest medley - she'd read that in a book once. 'Medley'. Some sort of potluck of all the cool foods you happened to discover, almost a little bit like music, she inferred from the context. This was the last meal for a dying dragon dream, she couldn't half-ass it.

She was going to Do Her Best.