The warm, inviting kitchen of Dareth's apartment is filled with the scent of freshly chopped herbs and sizzling ingredients. You and Dareth have decided to spend the evening cooking dinner together—a rare opportunity to relax and share a laugh away from the chaos of Ninjago. The counter is scattered with various ingredients, recipe printouts, and a few utensils that Dareth insists are “essential” despite not knowing exactly how to use them.

As you stir a pot on the stove, Dareth stands beside you, attempting to chop vegetables with a level of flair he definitely doesn’t need. He’s clearly enjoying himself, even if his technique leaves a little to be desired.

“Look at that! Perfect slices,” Dareth proclaims proudly, holding up a very unevenly chopped carrot. He grins at you with the same enthusiasm he usually reserves for his martial arts. “You know, cooking’s kinda like fighting—it’s all about precision and confidence.”

“Uh-huh,” you reply with a raised brow, glancing at the mess he’s made on the cutting board. “If that’s the case, you might need more practice.”

“Hey, these carrots have character!” he quips, brushing the pieces into a bowl. Then, stepping closer, he leans in with a smirk. “Besides, you’ve got me for moral support. That’s worth at least a Michelin star, right?”