Ahaa... [a withered sound. but he smiles anyway, determined to power through.] Well, things might taste a bit bland! But it'll be better than dry grains. I'll try to stir-fry a little...

[though he does realize as he's turning the hot plate on that he has no cooking oil. yeesh. it'll be crunchy.

despite the disparities, Manabu's actually rather energized by the challenge - finally, something to do other than sit and stare at articles or literally nothing! it feels good to do something tactile, even if it is just cutting little cubes of meat (or facsimiles of cubes - he's not an artist here) and fishing around for a fork or a spoon to move them around on a hot pan.

even unseasoned, cooking meat smells good, so he's pleased there'll be at least a decent result to all this... though, while he's moving to chopping veggies, he can't help but double-take at Grey just...looming over him like a gargoyle.

with a crooked smile:] What - don't think I can handle this much unsupervised?