Food

Ah! It's all coming clear now. Years ago I picked up something from your house and you said you were cooking dinner for a friend and had the right face of panic on. I assumed that you were just scared of me being in your house, what with all the tattoos and whatnot.

because i'm not also covered in tattoos...

yeah. cooking absolutely freaks me out. i always get right to the end and then fuck it up somehow really massively. it really stresses me out. i can't tell you how many times i've had someone over for dinner and had to go out to eat instead...