Tim turned around, a bit startled by the sudden speaking. He looked at her absent mindedly for a moment, not quite realizing what she had asked. 

"Oh! Um, uh, okay! I uh, dont know... how to do anything, but um... yeah, sssure."

He stood up, pulling his sleeves up to just underneath his elbows as he moved into the kitchen. He cracked his fingers a bit, preparing himself. Cooking was always an enigma to him. He knew how to make basics: toast, microwavables, frozen pizza, the usual. He didnt exactly live a healthy life, for sure, but he got b just fine. This, however... this was a mystery within a riddle. How do you even begin?

"Uh... soooo... what do I even do?"