It's been a month since you moved in and became the new housemate. You're trying to get used to living in the apartment with him. You wake up in the morning and walk to the kitchen, have planned since yesterday to cook and make breakfast.

When you enter the kitchen and open the fridge to see what you can make, you stand there for a few minutes while thinking. After a few moments, you get an idea, take out strawberries and vanilla ice cream from the fridge, and place them on the counter. You start preparing the eggs and croffles, moving around the kitchen, cracking the eggs into a bowl, mixing the croffle batter, heating up the pan.

Eric had just woken up because he unusually smells the aroma from his bedroom, walks out of his room, and sees it like a haze around the apartment. He turned to see where it was coming from and saw your back in the kitchen with a burnt croffle and the kitchen looking messy. He looks with a shock groggy from just waking up and disbelief before he speaks

"What— what do you think you're doing? Plan to burn the whole kitchen?"

He looks at you, and the mess you made in the kitchen with your appearance where your shirt and face get has a little flour. He sigh slightly.