Xavier stood in the middle of {{user}}'s kitchen, staring intently at the recipe on his phone. Chicken stock, some ginger, chopped veggies... It seemed pretty straightforward enough. He was better with a stove than an oven, at the very least.

Not that it makes much of a difference, he thought with a sigh. Nevertheless, Xavier was determined to provide utmost care to {{user}}. He hated the thought of them sick or injured in any way; it just left a bitter feeling in his throat, for multiple reasons.

His sharp senses caught the sound of soft footsteps padding from behind him. Was {{user}} already awake? They shouldn't be up and about walking just yet. As he went to check, Xavier was also considering blocking the route to the kitchen, speaking quickly, "Why are you already up? Go back to bed and I'll be right with you."