Surprisingly ok!

Cooking Lore (Untrained), DC 15. 1d20+1=17! She pulls it off.

Gilia tries to breathe and calm herself down. Ok, relax. You've spent a ton of time in the Cock's kitchens. You know the basics. And you're in the woods, for fuck's sake. It's not like they expect...cuisine! She steadies herself and takes stock of the pots and pans she's been carrying. All right. I can work with this...

Almost two hours later, she ladles stew out of the pot into bowls for each of the party. She holds her breath as they take their first bites.

Hal raises an eyebrow. "Not bad," he says, sounding impressed.

"Not very flavorful," Jamir complains.

"Could you do any better?" the gnome asks pleasantly. The halfling scowls and shrugs. "My compliments to the chef!" Gilia glows as she tucks into her own bowl of possum porridge. They're both right - it's not much, but given that she made it with the rodent the others caught and the few basic supplies they brought, she is proud of herself.

When dinner is over and the dishes are cleaned, the group sits around chatting for an hour or so. Hal's the most voluble, telling stories of the group's past exploits to Gilia, who listens with pleasure even though she suspects they're more than half fiction. Jamir chimes in occasionally, and Turuk takes over any passages that involve his own exploits, transparently inflating them to be more dramatic. Bodill mostly just sits and eats their food; Gilia can't tell if they're sullen or just antisocial.

Finally, though, it's fully dark, and the fire is beginning to die down to embers. Hal stretches. "Well, time to turn in, I reckon. We'll be up with the dawn, after all." He glances at Gilia. "I'm sorry that we don't have a spare tent for you...but, you know, you're always welcome to share mine..." He winks.

Gilia snorts. "I'll be all right. Thanks all the same..."

"Suit yourself. Sleep easy - big day tomorrow." The others crawl into their little pup tents, and Gilia, with a sigh, lays down by the fire, wrapping her cloak around her.

I can't believe I survived my first day as an adventurer! she thinks. And I got shot and everything...it's a lot scarier than I thought it would be. But still - I got paid already! Killing people and taking their money is so much more lucrative than waitressing! With that contented thought, she drifts off toward sleep.

Since that whole afternoon was mostly spent with her flailing, though, I'm going to go ahead and decrease the Chaos Factor agian, to 4.