Kerry wiped the non-existent sweat from her forehead.
The steak sizzled on the frying pan, and the bloody meat gradually turned a deeper color as it cooked amidst rising smoke.
Hela stood on a stool, her bare feet showing, cutting tomatoes with a sharp knife, their flesh gleaming translucent under the light.
"You really don't need to help me, I can handle it myself." Kerry said.
Hela's soft little hands gripped the kitchen knife tightly, using her far greater-than-human control to cut the vegetables into near-identical pieces.
"It's fine, Sister Kerry. I usually cook breakfast, so I'm familiar with the kitchen."
Kerry shook her head helplessly:
"Professor Hewitt should really hire a nanny to cook for the family. When I was your age, I couldn't even fry an egg, but you can already use knives so skillfully."
Hela replied:
"After all, Hewitt is my only family member, and he can't stay with me all the time."
Kerry nodded:
