Dom sat at a stool along the kitchen island and watched as Mina pulled out the ingredients to make dinner. It took her a while to find everything, but once she did, she worked methodically and efficiently in completing her tasks.
"Do you need any help?" Dom asked and Mina slid him four peeled sweet potatoes.
"Can you cut these into fries?" Dom nodded and agreed, but once Mina saw how he destroyed the first of the spuds, she changed her mind about having him help.
"Mina, where did you learn to cook?" he asked, trying to break the awkward silence he had created with his butchery.
"It was my household chore," Mina replied. "I learned by default."
"Did both of your parents work?" Although he also grew up with household chores, they were usually mundane things like taking out the trash and cutting the grass. Dom had never heard of dinner preparation as a chore and assumed that it must have been because Mina's parents were both occupied.
