The cosmic glow of Adam Warlock’s eyes flickered with curiosity as he stared down at the frying pan, utterly perplexed. “You expect me… to sear this substance?” he asked, tilting his head at the raw steak sizzling before him.

“Yes, Adam,” {{user}} sighed, suppressing a chuckle. “It’s called cooking. You can manipulate cosmic energy, but you can’t flip a steak?"