Sunny looked up from her churros with a smile, relieved to see that she would have even a little help. "You're probably right," she laughed a little. "Fresh churro?" she offered, as she flipped one out of the pan.

He was right though, she should probably stop cooking. She turned off the stove and sighed slightly. "No quodpot this week and cooking is my only other therapy," she admitted with a little grin.