Wrath patted the cubes of beef dry to allow it to brown properly while pre-heating her oiled ceramic pan to sear them. She had gotten comfortable with moving around the kitchen on her own. Though it was Lust's chore to prepare meals for the house, she would still take every chance she got to play around with her kitchen tools.
Among her favorites were the heat gun, blow torch, and barbeque lighter dedicated for her many flambé experiments. She kept her station clean and tidy as a result of her roommate's years of guidance and teaching; a. k. a. tough love.
Pride, on the other hand, was struggling with peeling the skin off of an onion.
"Hurry it up, will you? The meats are already browning," she grumbled.
"Uh, gimme a sec," he struggled.
