Luna couldn't help but laugh softly as she began unpacking the bags. It made her think of squirrels, who stashed their food in secret. The chicken looked lovely, the cilantro and ginger had clearly just been purchased. After an appraising sniff of the curry powder, she beamed approvingly.
She was flattered that he liked hearing her play. It seemed a little strange that someone would want to, but she figured she might find something short enough for someone else to enjoy hearing.
"Perhaps," she allowed, placing an onion in each of his hands. "After we have dinner.
Firmly believing that doing everything for him would hardly encourage mastery, Luna had decided to simply give him instructions. This would be especially difficult for her. To diminish her temptation to step in, she hopped herself up on the counter, sitting next to the wood block cutting board. From there she could supervise without having to hover over his shoulder.
"Fun part first: peel and chop the onions," she began pleasantly.