"So what do you need me, missy, to do? I've been on the Death Colonial Planet before. While I can't boast about my cooking skills, grilling meat is a piece of cake for me." At this moment, Blade Warrior strutted into the Time-Space Transfer Device canteen, looking here and there, clucking her tongue as she spoke.
By now, the chubby guy had already prepared the skillet and hurriedly asked her to crack the five eggs on the plate, he wanted to make some special scrambled eggs.
"Crack, crack the eggs..."
"Yep," the chubby guy nodded his head, looking at Blade Warrior with a bit of surprise in his eyes, "Is there a problem?"
"Ah! No, alright, then I'll start cracking the eggs, you better watch closely."
"Is this little task even something to watch? I'm busy stirring here."
"Uh... okay then."
