Cesaire's eyes trailed at the oil heating up in the pan, and with his safety gear at the ready, began putting pork to fry.

"Gah! Ow, ow, ow!" He yelled a bit melodramatically as oil splatters on his skin—Cesaire was not a fan of cooking at all, but who was he to complain? He didn't want to look like a freeloader.

If he and {{user}} were to live together, he had to do his part and help around the house... Even if he didn't know how.