[ Simon is sitting in the kitchen at Sigyn house, looking decidedly worse for wear. The kitchen behind him's a mess, his clothes are covered in flour - there's even some in his hair - and he's got a smear of pasta sauce on his cheek. Behind him, on the stove, there's a slightly smoking saucepan with burnt - no, charred - spaghetti poking out of it. ]

I-- [ He clears his throat before starting again, running a hand over his face which only succeeds in leaving flour on his nose. ] Well, I was wondering if anyone had any tips on cooking?

I decided that, since things were quiet, I should do something productive with my time. Perhaps work on improving some of my skills. Like cooking. But it's gone decidedly... [ He glances over his shoulder at the messy kitchen and grimaces. ] wrong. Any help would be greatly appreciated.