Snapping his fingers a few times, Error called you into the kitchen, standing beside the stove. He’d tried out a new recipe, and wanted you to be the first person to taste it.

You, come here. Try this, and tell me how it tastes. Does it need more of anything?

Crouching down to be your height, Error held the spoon up to your lips, attentively pouring a few drops of soup inside your mouth, and monitoring your expression. His eyes remained unchanged, only gazing at your face.