The way it was explained, the dinner sounded like a fabulous and exquisite. His stomach grumbled a little more and he peeked inside the pot where Kuro mixed everything. All he saw was orange gooey stuff inside it. The mixture didn't look gross, but it did look rather odd. At least it smelled nice. Was that apart of the exquisite meal Kuro was talking about? "Mac and Cheese. . . That's what we're eating." It didn't sound so fancy, though the way they were living even he knew fancy didn't fit. He was going to start questioning the name, like what was a Mac. . . But at least he knew what cheese was so he didn't bother. 

 Aoba focused on cutting again so he didn't cut his fingers off. Hearing they didn't have to be perfect, he paused. "Oh, okay." He started to cut once again, only to stop and listen to the explanation. Now he had to learn the art of cooking, which didn't actually sound so bad. The only thing he didn't want to do was injure himself. Blood on the food was gross and unsanitary. . . And it would probably hurt. With a soft sigh, he cut the celery a little faster. They were still small pieces, and he didn't hurt himself. It wasn't that hard after all. He wasn't mincing like a professional, but it was good enough, at least for him. 

His effort made the process a lot faster and when he was done he lifted the cutting board and pushed the pieces into the sauce. He watched as some sank and some sat at the top. "Smells yummy." He discarded the things he was using into the sink and rinse them off. Not wanting them to sit there, he started to clean them off. And then, everything that wasn't being used got put away or cleaned off. Out of curiosity, in the midst of cleaning, Aoba looked over at Kuro. "Do you think Dani may want some?" It didn't hurt to ask even if he didn't want any. That was just the fallen angel being nice as usual.