god, you cursed your ever wondering mind sometimes. having the manor’s kitchen to yourself for once, you tried to make a sweet dinner for you and Joseph.

but getting distracted was always a challenge. you had zoned out, fiddled with something and ended up completely neglecting the dinner to the point it was charred.

when Joseph came to check on you, he couldn’t help the soft snort that left him.

“let’s try that again, shall we? grab me a pan.”