"Cooking badly," Tracey countered, waving her hand frantically in front of her to keep the acrid smell of burnt...whatever it was from reaching her. With her other hand, she waved her wand continuously to direct the fumes out the window. The urge to just yank him out of the kitchen and show him how cooking was really done was incredibly strong, but she managed to resist - mainly by busying herself with clearing the kitchen of the fumes. "Is there going to be enough salad to eat, or should I just order takeaway?"