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Looks like it.

[ there's another look of brief confusion on his face but then he shakes his head. ]

... Are you gonna be okay?

I'll deal with it...

[ no... ]

[He'll get the scones out.]

Probably won't last forever.

It won't, but I never know when to expect it.

Jam's over there if you want it. If you want cream... get it your damn self.

How inconvenient.

[ he'll go and get the jam though. ]

It's annoying. I'd be fine just losing one thing.

[ But when it comes and goes like this, he feels so tired. ]

Being messed with is never really an enjoyable experience, no.

[ time to eat a scone. ]

[A huffy little sigh.]

I wanna cook.

Maybe start with cereal?

That's weak ass shit.

[He winces.]

[ he has to cover his face

because that's so funny ]

[He's gonna try an omelette. That's easy, right? It's not even that many parts.]

[ sasazuka is going to watch him do this and

not be helpful. ]

[Egg. Cheese. Spinach.

He stares vaguely at the pots and pans and... slowly picks up a frying pan.]

Doing good there?

[ nibbles on a scone. ]

Good enough.

[Mix together...

Pour into the pan.

He has forgotten to turn on the stove.]

Aren't you... forgetting something...?

Am I?

[Quite sincerely distressed.]

[ he points at the oven. ]

Shit.

[At least he remembers how hot it needs to be.]

You're welcome.

[ for being so kind and pointing it out. ]