Lifes a piece of pie with someone to wash and someone to dry

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1] "Damn." Lockon put his thumb in his mouth, the taste of his blood metallic him mouth. In a moment it had stopped and he picked up the potato, and the knife with which he was peeling it with and went back to work.
"Uh I need someone to stir that while I peel these..."
Standing at the counter beside the stove in the Chalice's kitchen he was peelings and cubing potato. In a big pot on the stove onions and garlic where sizzling in butter. He was no chef, but he wasn't incapable of cooking. None the less his long hair was pulled back hastily, long locks still escaped and hung around his jaw as he worked.
Haro sat on the counter beside him rocking back and forth as it played music, not the normal whistles and beeps, he seemed to be playing a music file through it's tiny speakers. Lockon hummed along to the strumming guitar.


2] Later, the soup is done! A big pot of a buttery warm soup made from potatos and onions with dumplings.
"I think I might of burned it a bit, but, it'll be alright." Lockon told Haro, as if the redundant robot somehow was going to sample his cooking. "Now... I just need someone to help me eat it."

3] Uhhhh so many dishes! Lockon stands bewildered at the pile of dishes he has created.
"This is why I don't usually cook. Now I remember." He put his hands on his hips and smiled a little. "Well, I guess I made this mess,"