The smaller looked through the variety of recipes he hadn't even seen before. Of course only having what he got from Grillby's or the same lasagna his brother made almost daily. He came across something that seemed interesting and kept the page open, scanning the page one last time before he left to grab the ingredients. He was calm in a way..somehow..he didn't really fear his brother to much but those red piercing eyes glaring at him made him still feel tense. He shrugged it off for now as he grabbed the ingredients needed for the meal he was gonna make. He grabbed out a pan and turned on the stove, well tried to at least. He never cooked in the kitchen...wait. Why was his brother even allowing this? He never let him cook in the kitchen because he didn't want him to ruin everything? What the hell is happening?

"Boss I..don't know how to turn this on.."

"Sans Are You That Dense?"

"Shut the fuck up and turn it on."

The shorter scoffed at the sarcastic tone his brother gave off, hearing him chuckle before he came over to turn it on. What an asshole..and yet he still hasn't gotten rid of the stubby skeleton yet..somehow. With how many arguments they've gotten into, he's surprised that he even still has a room or can even eat at this point. He never really physically fought his brother back of course..he couldn't..mentally and physically. He grew to weak from his brother controlling everything..ever since then he's only done what his brother told him.

He realized that he was thinking for way to damn long and decided to start cooking. Of course he chose something simple for breakfast, his lazy ass wouldn't do something to complicated. He decided on making some pancakes, something new to try of course. He actually got to choose something he's never had before...is that strange?..almost as if he didn't have much of a will..? In a way?... Was it normal to just do everything he was told without much thought?..maybe he never thought about about it because of how his world is..freedom is practically a privilege here with all the killing. If he was a dumbass he'd be dead by now, falling for the tricks those monsters have used for years to lure in victims.

He shrugged off the thought, his mind kept wandering off. Guess he was to lazy to focus as well. He finally got to mix the ingredients before he started to cook the pancakes, glancing over to see his brother leaning on the wall as he watched. Even if his brother was calm, you couldn't even read his damn ass at all. His brother could always hide his true emotions so easily..yeah he did it too but not all the time.. his brother was great at everything really. He's done everything for him, and yet he's hardly done shit. What a great "older brother" he is..his damn emotions keep getting in the way of everything.

Damn it. He was overthinking way to much again. Once he snapped out of it all he could hear was a disappointed sigh coming from the younger sibling behind him. He turned around quickly having been to much into his thoughts that he forgot what he was doing. His brother raised his boney brow as he shook his head before removing the pan.

"Sans, You Clearly Don't Know How To Cook. The Food Is Not Supposed To Burn."

The short skeleton looked over at the burnt pancake, whoops. Guess he was to much in thought, but why now? Maybe his brothers presence was causing him to be so out of it, the thought that he was being allowed to do things he never was before was so odd. Obviously Edge hasn't changed at all..or has he?