Definitely not the next Iron Chef

[reluctant_mama]

[A kitchen door is open, with a foul burnt scent coming out of it. Inside of it, pots and pans are piled up in a stack on the counter, all of them coated with burnt on food. Cartons of egg shells, packages that once held meat, and empty spice containers litter the table, signs of what was wasted in the attempt to make a hot cooked meal. And the

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[mirroredclown]

Mama? [pointing at the pan on fire]

[reluctant_mama]

You're welcome. [Still cleaning.] Careful with those! [He wipes off the counter and table, and then points to the chair that Aren was sitting at before. Between filling the dishwasher, and finishing cleaning, he heads to the freezer and gets out ice cream.]