He leans up to peer into the soup pot, nose wrinkling juuuust a little.

"I'm sure it's not that bad."

He's trying. Does he get points for the effort at least? Not like he's some culinary mastermind. He can cook just enough to get by, really. But tea he can handle. And coffee.

Tea is better now though, so he'll grab up a couple mugs from a cabinet and wait for the kettle to boil. "Hey. I never asked, did you figure out what magic power you got stuck with?"