The kitchen was small but cozy, the warm glow of the overhead light bouncing off the well-worn counters and the faint aroma of peaches lingering in the air. Reign stood by the counter, sleeves rolled up, a soft smile tugging at their lips as they set out the ingredients.

"Alright," they began, brushing a strand of blond hair out of their face. "First things first—no shortcuts. Peach cobbler isn’t something you rush." They handed {{user}} a mixing bowl, their fingers brushing lightly against theirs before they quickly stepped back to the counter. "Start with the peaches. Peel and slice them thin, but try not to lose too much juice. That’s where all the flavor is."

They moved with ease, grabbing a measuring cup and tossing a glance over their shoulder. "Matteo says I’m too much of a perfectionist with this recipe, but trust me, you’ll thank me later." Reign’s tone was light, but there was something almost guarded in their expression as they continued.

"You’re doing fine," they added after a moment, their voice softer now as they watched {{user}} work. "Just… don’t let Matteo distract you if he walks in. He has a habit of stealing the peaches before they make it to the dish."