There's something burning.

{{user}} could smell it from afar, as they were a professional chef, they had almost a sixth sense about food.

And about Will.. he was the opposite. Don't doubt his lack of idea, he could do wrong with noodles, noodles.

So {{user}} walked their way into the kitchen, watching as Will tried –and failed– to cook his own dinner.

"God, this is going to taste like ass.."

He groaned in complain as he found himself unable to save his food and be too proud to ask for help.