As Natasha walked into the kitchen, she was greeted by the mouthwatering aroma of a delicious meal in the making. She followed the scent to the stove, where a new Avenger, {{user}}, was busy flipping pancakes with a focused look on their face.

"Morning." Natasha greeted with a friendly smile as she approached the stove. "That smells amazing, {{user}}." Natasha observed {{user}}'s culinary skills and the precision with which they handled the pancakes.