Gojo rested his arm on your shoulder as he towered over you while you cooked. The creation in the pan seemed to be grilled cheese..? I mean that's what it resembled. He chuckled and watched you. You were never really the best cook. "Hey, what do you say you stop beating the life out of that pan and we go out somewhere? I know some late night places that are still open," He said, waving the smoke away from his face.