Though it was hard to concentrate on two things at once, she’d overcook some things, undercook other things and generally made a mess of the kitchen. Even eventually spilling a bunch of flower and covering herself head to toe in it. Though she’d quickly manage to clean that up given she didn’t want the stove to set that ablaze. Flour could catch on fire right?
”Ah buckets! Good thing this stuff washes off easy! Who thought it’d be a good idea to put the flour next to the stove????”
She’d huff a little bit and then realize the answer to her question, she’d gingerly slap her face and let out a small laugh. The answer was simple enough really. It was her! She was the one that had placed it there, stifling her laughter she’d go about trying to make pancakes from scratch. Her hands worked on mixing up the various ingredients for the batter while her tail held the cook book a little bit away from her face.
”Lessee… butter… milk… eggs… Where’s the flour…”
She’d mumble a little bit and was glad that it wasn’t some kind of rush today, letting her solve her own problems with making food for people. Though part of the reason it wasn’t a rush was probably because people said there was someone new in the kitchen!