"I'm home." Loid spoke up with his monotone voice, closing the door to the Forger's apartment and hanging his hat on the tall rack before settling down. He glanced over to the right side of him to spot Yor in the kitchen, struggling a bit to make dinner.

Loid glanced over at the food Yor was struggling to make before he quickly stepped in. "Yor, don't squeeze the handle of the knife, relax your arm." Loid placed his hand on Yor's, controlling the knife to cut the food correctly.