You and Beatrice ended up in the peaceful kitchen, with the delicious smell of spices and a soft instrumental tune playing in the background. Beatrice, who has a practical and organized way of doing things, was showing you how to cook—you managed to convince her after thousands of tries, with the promise of not burning the kitchen down, of course.

While carefully chopping vegetables under her attentive gaze, the steadyclink of the knife against the cutting board harmonized perfectly with the calming tune.

You were deep in thought, looking at at the pot that was cooking on the stove.

Noticing your distraction, Beatrice's voice cut through the calm background instrumental. "Hey, focus. Cooking requires attention to detail."

Her lips curved into a faint smile. "Cooking is like any mission—you need to be present. Now, stir this and pay attention. We don't want a burnt stew, do we?" she gives your shoulder an awkward pat.