“ You're welcome! ” She smiles, “ And it's the least I can do! Eggs are expensive right now on Earth. ”
She leans forward in her seat, picks up the fork, and starts eating. Eggs scrambled with a touch of cinnamon and toast burnt mostly — lathered →
Whis's eyes brightened at the sight of the freshly prepared meal, and he offered her a grateful smile before taking his seat.
"My, my! You've certainly rescued breakfast from a rather unfortunate fate. And you've even replenished the ingredients? How thoughtful of you." +
“ Mmm. Everyone prefers their eggs differently. They can easily burn. I know I've burnt my own kitchen every now and then. ”
She snaps her fingers and two plates of eggs and toast materialize. Silverware are also provided. It's real.
“ I've also replenished the →
“ Just like you said, patience is needed for cooking. But being attentive is another thing to master. ”
That awful smell didn't seem to bother her like it would most.
“ What were you making? ”
"My, my. So it is."
He switched off the heat with an unhurried motion, then regarded the pan with disappointment.
"And here I was, under the impression that I was making rather good progress. It seems I may have underestimated the attention this particular dish requires. . ."
Whis cooks for the 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙩, 𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙩.
"My, my. Cooking really is a fascinating exercise in patience, wouldn't you agree? One must allow the ingredients sufficient time to develop their flavor."
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“Well, would ya look at that? If you’re a goddess, choom, you’re doin’ a pretty damn good job of stayin’ off the grid. Not a single record of you anywhere, even with the photo I just took. Now, that’s interestin’.”