Cooking worked well for her as long as she treated it like a science experiment, thought of it purely as chemicals and equations. But that didn't really take, uh, flavor or taste into account.
Oh man, onion rings. Oil and butter fried foods were totally worth the possibility of breakouts.
Peisinoê nodded, because she was a bit more mature and open minded than her parents in some respects. She respected people who had different skillsets than her, even if she didn't understand them or even particularly want said skills. Like needlepoint. "That's right! Maybe you can learn things too, one of my patients who just came here was feeling a bit lost because they are used to large families that they don't have here. Kids need mentors without fifteen Aunts and Uncles." Another bite of sandwich as she covered her mouth, "And it definitely won't be me."
Parthenope was relieved that her sister didn't say that this was a silly idea, even though the chances of that were low in the first place, "Excellent. Yes. What do you think we should get?" She went to take a drink of cocoa and realized that she was finishing it off, dangit, "I'm so glad I met someone to practice my ASL with."