"What meal are we making today?" Cher tied the rope of her apron behind her.
"Chef Mila?"
Mila touched the chef's hat on her head and smiled. "I don't know...what do I cook?"
Cher squinted, waving the girl's words off. "Don't be tense, feel free. Do what you're comfortable doing."
Mila wanted to feel comfortable too, but the kitchen wasn't the type she was used to. She felt overwhelmed with the spacious kitchen, and how everything arranged looked so fragile. Mila couldn't even figure out where the cooker was and how to start.
"Just tell me anything you need and I'll get it done, we don't need you walking around stressing the baby." Cher noticed the girl's plight and decided to help out.
Mila moved her face up, nodding slowly. "I'll need a pot...oh I've seen the pot." Taking the smallest in the set, she rinsed it carefully then added water to it.
"Here's the cooker," Cher turned it on, then moved away.