[ This was far too abnormal for Sakura to understand. She's been wandering about for the past few days, trying to get a grasp on the situation. Just when things were looking up, something like this happened. Bring color to a world? How could she when her own was bleaker than Asgard, and the only person who painted it is nowhere to be found? Not to mention that the critters inside her had stopped wiggling around and consuming her energy, which was something that Sakura could never imagine happening. ]

[ Her dazed expression quickly turns timid once she attempts to speak. Although, it was more apprehensive than shy. ]

I'm very... confused. W-Would it be too much trouble for someone to explain [ A pause. ] everything?

[ 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.