Cooking at night for the group was always a hassle and it was a pain, most of the group hated it and the others didn’t necessarily volunteer upfront without a bit of pushing. Except one.

“Absolutely not.” Gale remarked as he leaned over you, who were sat on the floor cooking away at the pot, taking the utensil straight out of your hand.

“Move move move. I’ll do it.” He said as he shooed you out of the way, taking his spot where you were.

“By the gods, who taught you this?! Egregious.”