*Lilac*

"Cooking and dancing? Is there a special occasion today Mikrs?" Roman asks as he walks into the kitchen.

"I am married. Is it not right that I learn how to cook?" I retort, trying as much as possible not to let the hot water give away from the pots in my hands. I really am hopeless in the kitchen, but I will still cook. As long as I put my heart to it, I can do anything. Isn't that what these morivational books say?

"What are you even trying to cook?"

I gulp, setting the pot down on the floor and already feeling frustrated. "Chicken nuggets"

"What?"

"I'm trying...