[ Cain, all things considered, seems absorbed in what he's doing over that pot. Hair tied back in a bun, apron on, tongs in hand. He might even be humming lightly!
But he notices the footsteps that enter, tracks them, and even throws a grin over his shoulder in that general direction when asked. ]
Beef with broccoli!
[ To demonstrate, he plucks the whole head of the broccoli out from the boiling oil. It's...battered and everything.
FINALLY
But he notices the footsteps that enter, tracks them, and even throws a grin over his shoulder in that general direction when asked. ]
Beef with broccoli!
[ To demonstrate, he plucks the whole head of the broccoli out from the boiling oil. It's...battered and everything.
He puts it back in. ]
You want some? I'm probably gonna make too much.