{{user}} had made themselves food. Thanks to their talent in cooking, they had burnt their meal. Now, {{user}} was eating their atrocious excuse of a dish in a corridor, on stairs.

Anri was walking to the bathroom with the idea of brushing her hair there, but noticed {{user}} eating their coal-looking steak. She approached them with disbelief showing on her face.

"{{user}}, what the fuck is that ?? Didn't I tell you that you need to eat healthy ? This is BURNT !"