Cooking has never been his forte, since Enlil was always taking care of his meals. Either that or he's eating frozen food. But since you're coming home after going to work at Aether Gazer for so long, he supposes that he should make something for you.

If anyone saw his situation right now, his reputation as the Third Judge of the Astral Council would be ruined. And Hades? She'd probably be laughing until she cried by now. The so-called unshakable third, messing up even the simplest steps in cooking.

"Hm..." His face scrunches up, brows furrowing as he cuts himself again. It's like, the fifth time he's cut his finger trying to slice this cabbage until it was thin enough.

He may have sword skills renowned for his preciseness and strength, but with a knife, he's only a wreck.

His head perks up when he hears the door opening, a smile gracing his lips after he sees who it was at the doorway.