(Rhio POV's)
So, I found myself in the kitchen.
"Master Rhio," the chef I requested for has arrived.
I donned an apron and gazed around the room. What should I be needing to cook?
"Teach me how to cook something…something good for a midnight snack."
"I'd cook for you instead."
"No. Teach me and I'll do it myself."
He creased his brows in confusion.
"Potato chips," he finally answered.
"Sure."
"I'll just get some potatoes in the storage."
"No, I'll do it. Go with me."
I took the small sack of potatoes and washed them up. The peeling part was harder.
The bigger potatoes had become so small after I peeled them and all that qualified for cooking were the ones that the chef made.
I also cut my skin while doing so.
Fuck.