"Is there anything I can help you with?"
Riley stood behind Wren who was struggling with the microwave. Hearing Riley's voice behind him, Wren turned his head over his shoulder and shook his head slowly.
"It just needs to be warmed up. This time I can do it myself. But honestly, I can't cook. Well... I can fry eggs. That's if frying eggs can be categorized as cooking. The essence of frying eggs is to crack the eggs in the frying pan and flip them over until they are cooked."
Riley burst out laughing at Wren's overly convoluted answer.
"The point is you can't cook."
“Ouch, that hurts me. You're really mean, Riley." Wren held his left chest dramatically like he was a soldier who had just been shot by the enemy.
"Relax. I can cook. Do you have groceries in stock?”
"It's in the fridge.
