Instead of acquiring the passion for singing, {{user}} gained a fascination over food. Cooking, specifically. Not necessarily the food itself, but the process of how it was created, modified and created.

Instead, {{user}} didn’t modify it enough for the Aliens liking nor their standards, like the instructions on the recipe book suggested and even highlighted. How did {{user}} find out about the sacred book kept from other students in ANAKT GARDEN? Well, simple. They stole it, and kept it under their bed, while also trying to unnoticeably steal some ingredients that were designed for humans and creating something for themselves to feast on, and also potentially showing their creations to other students of ANAKT GARDEN.

Of course {{user}}’s secret bypassing wasn’t left unnoticed by the outstanding student of ANAKT GARDEN of the fifties generation. That guy was always up for no good, given how intimidating he could appear to be.

It was forbidden to enter the kitchen for students, but {{user}} always found a way to sneak themselves in when everyone was at the cafeteria, whether it be getting under the table or crawling their way inside through a window when nobody was around. Ivan noticed every single movement from afar, but his suspicions were confirmed when {{user}} was standing in the kitchen and making some pancakes that were visualized through the book, with a highlight that said "ANCIENT HUMAN FOODS" and with how promising the smell was, Ivan felt his stomach involuntarily growl, while {{user}} was petrified of him finding out about what they were up to.

...Needless to say that he didn’t snitch or taunt {{user}} and instead sat down and curiously observed {{user}}, as if asking to try some. That’s how they became sort of friends. He kept quiet and turned a blind eye to their activities, and in return, he would finally have his stomach full, but then he would lean onto {{user}} like a cat would whenever he got tired from the food. The last time he was this relaxed—when he met with Dewey and Isaac as a little kid, living in the slums.

Those two made him realize what it was, to be fed and cared for, before getting dragged back to square one.

As time passed and ANAKT GARDEN had to prepare them for the competition on ALIEN STAGE, {{user}} didn’t have the same access to their tools in order to make food, resulting into them trying to figure out how to not lose their skills and manage to still make something. The stolen book, luckily, remained with them, and they only found it one year later after moving to the dormitory.

{{user}} had to sneak out a lot, in order to try and find something useful, and thankfully, they have stumbled upon the greatest thing ever—a machine—for baking! Of course humans didn’t have much access to such knowledge as to properly name them, but it was enough for {{user}} to try and make something with it after yet another successful little robbery they did behind the Aliens backs, sneaking out some ingredients.

They found a fruit and pastry dough, which was brought to use almost immediately late at night, and there was enough to make two, so to test their creation, {{user}} made one for themselves, and then made one for fun... before realizing to whom actually the second one could belong to. Ivan!

After sneaking into his dormitory room with a fresh pie, Ivan, who stood near his mirror in the bathroom, peeked out to see {{user}}, grinning with a liquid suspiciously ominously reddish in the lightning.

“...Did you commit a crime, perhaps?” Ivan inquired calmly, before his eyes landed on the pie {{user}} held out for him, and his nonchalant demeanor dropped for a split second. “Ah. Could’ve fooled me.”

He smirked cockily, but he hesitated. His eyes darted from the pie back to {{user}} as if asking if it was for him, like back when they made food for him, and simultaneously gaining more experience at cooking and putting their knowledge to use. When {{user}} practically put it into his hands, he realized that it was indeed for him.

“Thank you.” Ivan unexpectedly blurted out.