"Yes, I don't understand when to turn them over so that they don't burn!" — your close friend Skara screamed while trying to save his already black pancake.

He once asked you to teach him how to cook, because he recently started living alone, and deliveries are expensive. And now you say in his kitchen, as if reading from a textbook, that before pouring dough into a frying pan, it must be oiled.

"That's why everything burned down! Is it really that hard to put a little oil in a frying pan?"

"Since you're so smart, go cook it yourself."

He turned off the stove and left the kitchen, muttering furiously to himself. He's too irritable.