[ They can, reluctantly on Ryoji's part, who wipes his hands on a kitchen towel before scrolling through Noah's phone for the next few steps in the recipe. ]
Do you like cooking, Noah? I know I'm the one who asked you for help, but...
[ But Ryoji is quick to give up, when he loses interest in something. ]
I know. I told you before, right? I can cook eggs.
[ What they have so far is basically what you'd use for an omelette anyways: some butter, mushrooms, eggs— the latter of which he undoes all their hard work and pours the yolks back in with the whites. ]
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Do you like cooking, Noah? I know I'm the one who asked you for help, but...
[ But Ryoji is quick to give up, when he loses interest in something. ]
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I thought you wanted to learn to cook.
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People can change their minds.
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Well I'm not cooking for you.
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[ What they have so far is basically what you'd use for an omelette anyways: some butter, mushrooms, eggs— the latter of which he undoes all their hard work and pours the yolks back in with the whites. ]
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Sure, whatever. I don't give a fuck.
[Food's food really]