Cooking In Persona 4 Novels & Stories

Fenna felt awkward, unsure whether to put down the food container or take it away. Michaela quickly interjected. "Fen's cooking is fantastic and I love it. Please, bring it in." Her intervention brought relief to Fenna, brightening her expression. Fenna quickly approached and smoothly nudged Mila aside. She opened the food container and began serving the meal. "I cooked your favorite pot roast today," Fenna announced cheerfully. Mila moved aside, her expression clouding over. Michaela pressed a button on the remote, and the head of her bed gradually elevated. She looked at Fenna with admiration, saying, "You're truly impressive, juggling an influential career while mastering the art of cooki

His muscles flexed each time his knife cut through the carrot. He was so focused, he didn’t notice me. His tall, broad frame looked oddly out of place in that kitchen, yet somehow… perfect. Then I realized he wasn’t just cooking. He was watching his phone screen propped up against the counter. He was watching a cooking tutorial. My lips parted. Seriously? Damian Cole was watching a cooking video? I bit my lip to stop the smile tugging at my mouth. He scooped a spoonful of the sauce he was making, tasted it, and immediately squeezed his face in disgust. His nose wrinkled, his lips twisted, and he shook his head slightly.

It was driving me insane. I needed a distraction. A fun one. "Sophia," I said, walking into the living room where she was curled up with her phone, "how about I teach you how to cook something simple? Pancakes, pasta, grilled steak?” She looked up like I’d just spoken another language. “You mean, me? In the kitchen? Touching actual ingredients? Girl, I burn water.” I raised a brow. “That’s not even scientifically possible.” “With me? Anything is possible,” she said, grinning. “You’ve been warned.”