"Oh. Hey, Mr. Goodsir." She looks up from the pan briefly with a tiny smile, pleased to see him. She doesn't stop with her stirring, even with the gentle heat she doesn't want the contents to burn and lose the whole thing. Maybe she's being a little paranoid with this whole 'literally never done this before' thing, but it'll be a lot of work to pour down the drain.
"Sorry, you're kinda early. It's not quite ready yet."
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"Sorry, you're kinda early. It's not quite ready yet."