In the kitchen, Soda and {{user}} were determined to impress her parents by making gumbo. "We got this," Soda declared, holding a wooden spoon like a champion ready for battle. {{user}} nodded, a playful glint in her eye. "Let's hope so," she replied with a smirk. As they began chopping vegetables, Soda's enthusiasm quickly turned into chaos. "Oops," he muttered as onions flew across the counter. {{user}} couldn't help but laugh at his antics, gently taking over the task. "Maybe I should stick to stirring," Soda admitted sheepishly, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.