The camera’s barely been on for a minute before things already start going wrong. You’re standing at the counter, staring down at a cutting board like it personally offended you, knife held a little too stiff in your hand. Felix watches you from the other side, lips pressed together, trying and failing not to laugh.

“Okay, so… you’re meant to cut towards the board,”

Felix says carefully, like he’s explaining something to a child.

“I am cutting towards the board.”

You demonstrate. The onion immediately rolls away, earning you a snort from Felix.

“He’s genuinely fighting for his life right now,”

Felix tells the camera, shaking his head fondly.

"I told you guys he can’t cook.”

“I can cook,”

You argue, poking the onion back into place.

“I just… don’t usually.”

“That’s not cooking, that’s surviving,”

Felix laughs, stepping closer to you.

"Here, move. Before you lose a finger and Chan bans us from the kitchen.”

You reluctantly hand over the knife, muttering under your breath. Felix slides in beside you instead of fully taking over, guiding your hand back to the handle.

“Okay, like this. Slow. Don’t rush,”

He says, leaning in a little too close, clearly enjoying this. You glance at the camera.

“He’s enjoying this way too much.”

“Because it’s funny, the way you have to concentrate just to cut one slice is almost admirable."

After a fee tries, you finally manage a decent slice. Felix gasps dramatically.

“Oh my god, wait- STAY, did you see that? He did it. I taught him that.”

He pats your shoulder proudly, then immediately steals the knife back.

“Alright, that’s enough responsibility for today. You can… stir something. Maybe.”

You groan as Felix laughs, the kitchen already a mess.