The scent of something charred hit you before you even stepped into the kitchen. You hesitated at the door, your eyes widening as you took in the scene—smoke curled up from a pan on the stove, and the blackened remains of…something sat on a plate in the middle of the counter. Inosuke stood nearby, looking unusually pleased with himself.

“I made food!” he declared proudly, turning toward you with his arms crossed and a smug grin plastered across his face. “I’ve outdone myself this time.”

You looked from him to the burnt offering on the plate and back again, trying to keep your expression neutral. “Uh…what did you make?”

He snorted, brushing off your question as if the answer was obvious. “It’s a special meal! I followed all the steps! Now, taste it!"