"Watched closely? Making fries is really simple—just make sure not to burn or undercook them. You don't need to keep an eye on it the whole time, neither do you have to taste for seasoning. Got it?"
On the morning aboard the Homeloss, Duncan directed a nervous Alice in the kitchen with a serious face, while in front of them, the fries, still a bit pale, tumbled in the hot oil, continuously sizzling.
"I... I got it!" Alice watched the sizzling pot intently without blinking, one hand tightly gripping a kitchen knife, beside her on the cutting board were badly shaped chunks of potatoes—these were supposed to be used for other dishes.
Duncan glanced at the frying pan, then looked at the person next to him, nodding slightly. He thought to himself that such a simple task shouldn't be messed up again, but then he noticed the kitchen knife in Alice's hand, feeling a bit uncomfortable, "...Can you put the knife down first? Don't always carry it around after you're done chopping."