It started earlier when Hoshi decided he wanted to learn how to cook. I wasn’t there, but apparently it ended with almost burning his kitchen down. Long story short: Hoshi was officially banned from his own kitchen, so he came to mine for help. I tried explaining. Slowly and carefully. But somehow the fire was always too high, and every tool he touched immediately became a threat to public safety. Teaching him wasn’t working, at all. Eventually I gave up and decided we’d do it Ratatouille style (like Hoshi's idea). So yes, Hoshi became the ‘chef,’ and I became the ‘rat,’ guiding his hands, telling him when to stir, when to stop, and when to absolutely not touch anything. Surprisingly… it worked. Against all odds, no more fires happened. No more tools were harmed. And in the end, we actually made pasta.