"Ajax" | eyebrows
Ever since running into the singing girl in the kitchen who had made him muffins he had been pretty keen to do the same, to cook something. Ajax and his father had never really been stay at home eaters. They travelled and went to the different places then. His mother cooked, but he was so rarely at the house that it didn’t mean much to him. Seeing someone else cook, smells the sweet flavours was definitely something he could grow used to. So, he’d decided he would give it a hand, the only problem was, Ajax was not good at cooking, the book he was trying to follow was only highlighting how awful he was at learning from a book. He knew that his muffin mixture was just not at all correct, but what did a dash of something mean? How did one pick what size of cup to use when it said a cup and a half. The boy was frustrated by his own attempts, but regardless he knew he needed to see this until the end. He put his so-called muffin mixture into the magical oven and just sat in front of it watching it cook. He wasn’t singing like the girl had been, but he was humming a little tune as he waited.