Our slow friend is named Steve, and Steve burnt the grilled cheese sandwiches.
Seeing that he is seriously lacking in domestic skills, the Dragons and I decided to have some mercy on ourselves and cook for the group. Both of them are aspiring Mystic Cooks, a common trade for the Green Priestesses once they've gotten to be a few centuries old.
To say the Lycans are delighted us an understatement. Most of their cooking skills are not much better than Steve's, so they packed extra dry rations to avoid the risk of starvation. At home they live in the pack house, with a hundred more of their Kin and every meal made by the Omegas in the pack. Learning to cook for themselves just wasn't a priority.
If they're traveling they usually bring someone who can cook with them, but they forgot this time in their excitement. Or so they say. I personally think they're hoping us thee Priestesses will cook for them all the time.
