"I know a Rock Lee..." she trails off doubtfully, trying to remember if she'd met a Bruce in the Lee clan.

This isn't her best breakfast, she thinks, but that doesn't matter too much as she wolfs it down. The dirty implements go into the pot. "I'll wash these in the river, then get started on work. Take your time." She means it, it's not sarcasm. Some of them don't look quite used to this kind of food.