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ChuBul: Cooking Substitution
Dimitri looked through the fridge, searching for plain yoghurt. At first he didn't see it, until he realised that it was next to the cream. Then he needed to grab a leek, and he grabbed the pack, but when he put it on the kitchen counter, he found that he'd grabbed the pack of celery.
Usually, it was Yao who handled the cooking, but Dimitri had been left to his own devices, and he had no clue what was going on in the kitchen. He didn't realise that he'd taken Yao for granted until now, when he couldn't rely on him.
It took another half hour before he had pasta boiling in a pot on the stove, a frying pan with sauce next to it. Figuring he could spare a little time, he went out to the living room, where Yao was on the couch, watching TV.
"Can I get you anything?" Dimitri asked.
"Some water would be nice," Yao said, as he handed the glass to Dimitri.
Dimitri glanced towards Yao's other arm for a moment, and specifically, the sling holding it. It was his fault that Yao got hurt, so he would help as much as he possibly could.
"Is something burning?" Yao asked.
Dimitri ran to the kitchen. The sauce was smoking, and he quickly shut off the stove. He stared at the charred mess for a few seconds. He sucked at cooking, so perhaps he could help Yao by ordering take-out.