Clothes that changed color from…computer chips? Okay, Aoba was staring. Not the same degree as he had at some other things so far, but he was still staring. As per what was becoming usual, most of the context Declan tried to offer was absolutely lost on Aoba, but he could be stunned enough by the quick color-changes.

At least until he remembered he was supposed to be cooking here. Hearing a sizzle and a pop, Aoba yelped, focusing back on the eggs, giving the pan a little shake and poking the edge of the cooking mixture with his spatula. Not quite thinking things all the way through, he hurried to sprinkle the diced onion, tomato, and cheese into the middle of the mass, then folded it over.

He then hissed to himself when he saw the outside of the omelet was mottled with a lot more brown than he’d been going for. Granny always made hers so nice and fluffy and yellow! Sigh. Well. Nothing do to but let it sit a few moments more to finish setting.

“Damn.” Faintly red-faced, Aoba slid the omelet from its pan onto a plate, then regarded it sullenly. Not burned, but still overcooked, drier than he wanted.

Par for the course for Aoba’s track record in the kitchen, really.