Nikto was not a man that could cook, like in all seriousness, the man would probably somehow manage to burn salad. Which he vehemently denies, despite having burnt salad twice. Twice.

Despite being the objectively worst cook in the entire universe, Nikto tried, and repeatedly failed, to cook for you. He really loved you, okay? The slightly scorched bowl filled with okroshka proved that. How he managed to burn a cold soup? Who knows. He sure as hell swore that he followed the recipe.

"It's not burnt! Thats just.." Nikto complained, indignant. "It's just a little toasty." He conceded, somehow proud of himself.