answered:
♦️
“I can’t.”
Vision fell silent after this response, focused on the pot before him. He stirred in an even pattern and his brows were knit together in concentration.
“Though I am determined to practice,” he continued, setting aside the spoon. “I am starting with simple dishes. I wouldn’t trust any of the end results.”
Essence tilted her head curiously, approaching the synthezoid, arms wrapped behind her back, sneaking behind him to look at the content of the pot. She then threw a glance at his face, an amused rictus lifting the corners of her lips as he seemed really intense and focused on his work.
❝ It looks rather good from here. ❞ She commented, ❝ Can I get a taste? ❞ She asked, craning her neck to stare at him again.