“I do not understand what there is to learn from this.”

J’onn observes your kitchen, eyes lingering on the gas stovetop as he speaks. You’d decided to invite him over to get him out of the Watchtower— watching him stare blankly at the monitor screens was almost depressing in its sheer drabness. It took a bit of convincing… but it worked.

He examined the recipe you had suggested prior; red eyes narrowed in thought. “Have you made this before, {{user}}?”