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Can I help? I'm a great helper.

Of course you can. [ turns towards the kitchen, gesturing a little. ] Do you cook at home?

[ gets to his feet & wanders into the kitchen after her. ]

Yeah. I'm the only certified cook in that household.

[ nods a little, padding to the fridge to open it as she speaks. ]

My mother and father cook sometimes, but I'm usually the one that does it.

[ while he looks around for pots & pans. peers at her curiously after finding the frying pan. ]

Do you like it?

[ smiles brightly at him, nodding. ]

I love it!

[ can't help but return the smile, nodding. ]

That's good. What do you like making best?

Anything! [ pauses, thinking. ] Oh, but big brother likes plain food, so I like working around that. Do you have any preferences, Anthony?

If it's cooked and won't give me worms, I'm good.

[ rummages in the fridge after his words, moving to the freezer to take out three small packets before turning to him again. ]

Is chicken alright, then?

[ curses the universe silently. ]

Yeah. Delicious chicken.

[ tilts her head a little in confusion, but does not question it. closes the doors to set the chicken aside, walking to the cabinets to take out two small boxes. holds them up to anthony. ]

Rice or pasta?

[ staring down at the chicken apologetically. ]

Let's be European and say pasta.

[ once again looks at him questioningly, merely smiling as she shuts the cabinet door. ]

Pasta it is, then.

[ gives the chicken a pat & turns away from it finally. ]

What do you want me to do?

[ hums a little in thought. walks back over to him, holding out the box. ]

Can you start making the pasta, then?

[ nods & takes the box of pasta. glances down at it, flipping it over so that he can look at the back. ]

Do you want me to make all of this? Half of it?

[ begins pulling out a pot, placing it on the stove. ]

All of it should be good. We'll make extra, just in case mother and father are hungry when they return.

[ gives the box a curious shake, then gets to work, tugging out a pot for the pasta as well. filling it half-way with water, he sets it on the stove next to the pot that anne has set while putting the box of pasta on the counter, waiting for the water to boil. ]

[ smiles at him as he works, slowly beginning to do her own share of movement. after she has the chicken wrapped in foil and placed in the oven she gets to work at chopping vegetables, speaking up after a while: ]

How was your day, Anthony? Good?

[ eyes the water. ]

Yeah, it was good. Surprisingly. I only got hit twice.

Hit twice?

At the sports store.

[ looks a little apologetic, tilting her head to inspect him a little. ]

Oh... are you hurt?

[ turns his head left & right to show that he's not bruising. ]

Nope. The soccer ball and me are best friends.