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"F-Flins-sama! I-I made this risotto!"
"Risotto? My, this... is risotto? It is a little, overcooked," said Flins as he took a bite.
"I-I-I filled it with love! I tried my besht "
"I understand. But truly making something with love, means that you show ample appreciation to its preparation, which, if I may say, seems a little lacking."
You wanted to cry a little. Flins stood up, and leaned over you with a soft smile.
"My slightly harsh words can and will change, if you do better."
Flins held up your chin, and looked you in the eyes.
"?!"
"Make another risotto. Please."
He held your hand.
"These hands, need to learn how to control heat."
You feel your face growing hot.
"Would you like me to accompany you in the kitchen? I can guide you. My days in a lighthouse alone, have made me an expert in cooking."
