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It's much easier to teach her by showing rather than telling, to be fair. She's a smart girl, and quite capable of absorbing new knowledge, but he's learned early on that too many words will not make things any easier when it comes to El. Like this, it's just a little easier to connect, and not just to get her attention and interest, but to keep it too.

He's still watching in case he needs to intervene, but she follows each step scrupulously, and so there's no reason for him to step in or correct. He only really does that when she proposes her using her abilities to do this.

Not a good idea. These appliances can pull from different energy sources and you could cause an explosion or a fire. It's not safe.

[ She could use her telekinesis to turn the knobs, though. Just like Erik himself could. He just doesn't advise getting fire involved, really very bad idea. Even if they might work differently in a land of magic, maybe it's not the best idea to risk it. ]

[ Her eyebrows go up at that, mouth opening in a soft little 'oh', but she's quick to nod. As it is so often, where other adults might just say no, Erik explains things to her. She doesn't need to understand the inner workings of a stove - magic or otherwise - but now she knows using her fire powers on it would be risky, and has no desire to blow up the kitchen. ]

That... would be stupid. We are not stupid.

[ A firm nod to Erik. As if she has to make sure he understands that, too. Though she also makes a note of the information. In case there's ever a monster in the kitchen and she needs a lot of fire. ]

Here. I think... I did it.

No, we are not.

[ To be fair, there is magic involved here too, but Erik doesn't know to what extent so he thinks it's just safer not to test their luck. It's not as if she saves precious time by doing it the old fashioned way, anyway. ]

Good. Now, pan over the burner, and we need to add some form of grease so the egg won't stick. Oil or butter will do.

[ Personally Erik prefers oil, so he reaches for it and pours a small amount once she puts the frying pan over the fire. ]

That much is enough. Give it a few seconds to warm up, then add the egg mix. Wooden spoon in hand— [ he gives it to her. ] So you can mix the eggs while they're cooking.

[ She brandishes that wooden spoon like a weapon, not because she intends to use it as such, but because her focus is so sharp on what they're doing. She's mouthing as she counts the seconds, until she determines that whatever count she reached must be good enough to be 'a few seconds' of letting the oil warm up. The egg mixture goes into the pan with a little too much gusto - thankfully, most of it gets where it's meant to, but there will definitely need to be a little cleanup. Eleven pushes herself up on tiptoes to mix the eggs. And because she's nothing if not an over-confident little shit sometimes, she declares: ]

Cooking is easy.

[ He still watches, just in case she messes up, but it's hard to make a mistake when cooking scrambled eggs. She's proven capable of listening to directions before too, so he's not especially concerned, though he does smile down at her at that declaration, an eyebrow raised. ]

Don't get too cocky. Cooking takes skill, and patience.

[ He rests a hand on top of her head, gently petting her hair. ]

But you are doing very well so far.

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