[All of those statements are clearly meant to be reassurances for the boundary he's drawn, and yet somehow Sasuke doesn't feel as if he's done it right. As if Sizhui is only agreeing for the sake of — well, agreeing. Still, it's nothing that he feels a need to nitpick, so he simply turns back to the stove.
The rest of the vegetables, once they're sliced, are placed directly into the pan. He falls silent for a time with this work; he finds cooking almost meditative, easy to calm thoughts when he's going through the motions of preparation, and this recipe in particular is not difficult at all. So he can switch his mind off — rare enough as this is.
It doesn't take too long to finish. Once the rice is appropriately cooked, fluffy beneath the wide spoon he uses to check on it, Sasuke looks around.]
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The rest of the vegetables, once they're sliced, are placed directly into the pan. He falls silent for a time with this work; he finds cooking almost meditative, easy to calm thoughts when he's going through the motions of preparation, and this recipe in particular is not difficult at all. So he can switch his mind off — rare enough as this is.
It doesn't take too long to finish. Once the rice is appropriately cooked, fluffy beneath the wide spoon he uses to check on it, Sasuke looks around.]
Do you have dishes? ... Storage containers?
[Should have asked earlier, oops.]