Aisha had already warned Cassius about how bad Julie was when it came to any sort of chores.
He, however, was far too curious to leave it at that. He wanted to see for himself just how bad she was at this, if the stories were true, or if she was hiding some hidden talent.
"Alright, Julie." Cassius began, his voice a playful tease. "Aisha's got me convinced you're some kind of kitchen catastrophe. A walking, talking culinary oopsie, daisy and I've gotta see this for myself."
"...Just how bad can it get? Come on, I want a front, row seat to the chaos!"
"W-What?" Julie's cheeks flared, her voice a flustered stammer. "That's...that's not true!" She protested, waving her hands like a frantic hummingbird. "Aisha's just blowing it out of proportion, okay? I'm not some...some culinary catastrophe! I don't need to cook to prove anything!"
Her eyes darted to the bubbling pot, a desperate longing warring with a deep, seated fear of setting the campsite ablaze.
