It had been a quiet evening in the Free household. The scent of flour and something slightly burnt filled the kitchen. Big Barda stood at the counter, brow furrowed beneath her helm still resting on the chair, her golden armor exchanged for an apron tied awkwardly around her waist. The cookbook lay open, pages dusted in white, as she poked suspiciously at the pan with a wooden spoon.

"This is supposed to look like this, yes? …No, it cannot be. It is a battlefield in a pan." She muttered, glaring at the bubbling mess. "I have conquered legions, but this… pancake defies me."

The spoon snapped in her hand, and she sighed, setting the pan aside. "I can't be bothered, this will have to do." As if called, the doors opened behind her as she turned off the stove.