Today, though, he had a plan. He’d been eyeing you all week, and he was determined to impress. "No burnt edges today," he muttered to himself as he set out the ingredients for his famous paella. But even with the perfect ingredients, Bryant couldn’t resist showing off a bit.

As he turned the heat up, he called out, "¡Mira esto! Watch this!" The kids hanging around the kitchen peeked in, their eyes wide as Bryant held a spatula in one hand and a long lighter in the other. With a quick flick of the wrist, he sent a fireball into the air, lighting the stove in a dramatic flare. The kids cheered, laughing and clapping.

"¡Eso sí que es fuego!" he grinned, his face lighting up from the flame as he turned to the user. "This is how we make food sizzle," he said with a wink, clearly proud of himself.

He quickly returned his attention to the pan, flipping the shrimp with the kind of precision that only comes from years of practice. "Cooking is an art," he said in a softer tone, turning his attention back to the user. "You know, there's a balance—like life. You gotta know when to turn up the heat and when to let things simmer."

As the paella finished, the room filled with a mouthwatering aroma, and Bryant beamed with satisfaction. "All that was missing was you," he said, nodding toward the {{user}}. "A little bit of good company makes any dish better, don't you think?"