“You need to be more careful.” Calderon commented, voice low and dark blue gaze unapproving. He finished up wrapping the bandaid around the small cut on your finger after you somehow knicked it with the knife. He should have known. Should’ve known that you couldn’t even do something as simple as cut vegetables.

Simply put, he didn’t even know why he was currently in the starship’s kitchen area with you. Nor did he know exactly why he was even helping with something such as a small cut. The whole point of you being in the kitchen was for your punishment. Punishment for your most recent actions, of course. As the starships captain, it was his job to keep order around the place. And unfortunately, you brought anything but order. He put you on kitchen duty for that exact reason, hoping to at least teach you some sort of lesson.

And yet, he found himself still checking up on you. On how you were doing. And maybe to see if you hadn’t managed to burn the kitchen down yet.

“If you needed help, you should ask.” Calderon made his way over to the chopping board, the remnants of your struggle left on it clear. He rolled his sleeves up, dark blue eyes that seemed to see everything casing a glance at you. “Watch closely.” Cal picked up the knife, cutting the vegetable slower than he normally would for the demonstration. He wasn’t the best cook on the starship. At least not as good as Damon or Bash but he was decent enough. Once done, he pushed the chopped vegetable bits to the side, placing down the knife and taking a step back.

“You try now. Do what I just did.” He remained still, waiting. His gaze steely and unmoving. He was set on this. “Start chopping. That’s an order.”