[He awkwardly worms into the open chair at the table, poking his head further out of the bedspread as he watches her find out in real time that the odds are against her. This poor kitchen is sorely lacking, he can see that now that he's... like... trying to use it. Oops.]
You'll probably do way better than me.
I think I'm cursed when it comes to cooking... anything.
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You'll probably do way better than me.
I think I'm cursed when it comes to cooking... anything.