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[asch is walking around again, wearing this dress (even though it's not really appropriate for a girl her age) as she tries to find her way around]

Does anybody know where I can get something to eat...?

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I can try to... I haven't had a lot of practice, though.

That's fine enough. I can walk you through it.

Then that would be good... I'd like to help you.

That would be excellent.

[opens the door to the kitchen and steps inside] We'll have to find the ingredients before we begin. Let's see...[heads to the cabinet and starts looking] Can you find a pot with a steamer? We'll need that for the pasta.

I'll try... [goes and helps look]

[and much time passes on their grand quest to aquire all the necessary items and once everything is found;]

Excellent. Now, have you used a knife before?

A little bit... Not too much, though.

Then I'll show you. [sets the chicken on the cutting board and starts to make slow slices, showing Asch how it done] Do you think you can do that?

Yeah, I can do that!

[smiles and steps back, holding the knife handle to her] Just be careful not to cut yourself.

Alright... I'll be careful. [takes it from him and carefully does as he showed her]

[watches her, making sure she doesn't hurt herself] Make sure they're small enough to eat.

Oh... Okay. I can do that.

Good, good. I'll get the rest ready while you do that.

[confident that she can manage without him watching, he gets the pot and fills it with water, setting it on the stove and preparing to boil the pasta]

[keeps cutting the meat while he does so, occasionally stopping to glance at what he's doing]

[once the pasta is set, he takes out a pan and fills it with oil] Give me the pieces you've finished cutting and I'll grill them.

Okay! [carefully brings the cutting board over to him]

[takes it from her and smiles] You've done an excellent job.

Now, I want you to stand back. The oil can be dangerous, I wouldn't like to see you hurt. [then he takes a few pieces of the chicken and drops them into the pan, using a spatula to occasionally turn them over, making sure they don't burn]

Did I ever tell you how I learned to cook?

[smiles when he compliments her, going to sit at the table once he starts cooking the chicken]

No, I don't think you did.

[smiles a little, keeping his eyes on the food]

My mother was the one to teach me. Every Remday, we would make dinner together. Eventually, I was able to learn how to do it on my own.

I still enjoy it.

...That sounds really nice.

It was. It's a shame you can't meet her now.

Perhaps next time I'll make you my favorite.

Your favorite? What's that?

Curry. Have you ever had it?

I don't know... I might have, though.