He's received no specific instructions, so Miguel is defaulting to picking a thing to take charge of: in this case, he is tending to the mixing bowl. He assembles the flour, milk, eggs, whisk, and what have you and places it around the bowl. This part didn't require anything spidery, at least. Just his two human hands.
The domestic routine felt natural to fall into, even if it leaned a little close to bittersweet memories. If Gwen wanted visible proof that he cooked things, she was starting to get it. He will start to open up the bag of flour and baking soda, if she doesnt object.
"Did you see a griddle anywhere? That'll make flipping a bunch of these easier."
A few other ingredients come to mind: cooking oil, spatula, maybe Gwen can find some extra flavors in the pantry...
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He's received no specific instructions, so Miguel is defaulting to picking a thing to take charge of: in this case, he is tending to the mixing bowl. He assembles the flour, milk, eggs, whisk, and what have you and places it around the bowl. This part didn't require anything spidery, at least. Just his two human hands.
The domestic routine felt natural to fall into, even if it leaned a little close to bittersweet memories. If Gwen wanted visible proof that he cooked things, she was starting to get it. He will start to open up the bag of flour and baking soda, if she doesnt object.
"Did you see a griddle anywhere? That'll make flipping a bunch of these easier."
A few other ingredients come to mind: cooking oil, spatula, maybe Gwen can find some extra flavors in the pantry...