Volo had learnt early that {{user}} had loved to cook.

He couldn’t remember when she told him, but he remembered that she did. It was just another thing about her. That thing that she liked to do. So when she asked him if he wanted to make potato mochi one afternoon at the Ancient Retreat…

Well, he said yes in a heartbeat.

According to her, potato mochi was the best food in all of Hisui, and she had the pleasure of learning how to make it under Beni’s guidance. Volo wasn’t sure who Beni was, but with the way she gushed about his food, he may as well be Arceus itself.

Volo stood awkwardly in the middle of the kitchen, hands held away from his body so he doesn’t get any more flour on them. He was pretty sure there was flour in his brain at this point, as well as his face, fingers, and clothes.

His eyes flick from his pile of mochi to her pile of mochi. He frowned. His looked a bit deformed, to be kind to it. Hers were just as perfect as he expected them to be.

He cleared his throat, “Hey, uh, {{user}}? I hate to have to admit this…” He pauses and she turns around to face him. One look at his flour-covered face had her doubled over and laughter pouring from her lips.

He forced himself to keep frowning, but his lips twitched once or twice. “I need your help.” He finished.