"Come on, I went fishing with you, now it's your turn to help me."

"Have you ever cooked before?"

"I helped my mother and watched my stepmother."

"What was your mother like?"

"She was really nice and loved me very much and listened to me and didn't ignore me and explained things to me when I asked and didn't mind that I'm sometimes a girl and I totally would've told her I had powers."

"I'm sorry she's dead."

She shrugs, and gets to preparing the easiest fish recipe she could find.

"Um, I don't know what the English word for this fish is."

"We can just get something general."

"Okay, I guess. I'm going to get out the flour and lemons."

"Okay."

Sadde will preheat stuff and cut what needs to be cut and—what the heck do they do with the fish's skin and internal organs?

Michael will have that, thanks.

...ew.

Okay, now: cooking!

Michael approaches the task like a sightless alien trying to run a light show.

She'll micromanage him if need be.

He also clearly wants to start throwing the flour around.

Yeah no she will not let him do that she still has not eaten.

He tucks the idea away, though. He is somewhat critical of the specimen they're cooking. Fish snob.

Well he was the one who caught it.

He's surprisingly efficient when he swallows his pride. Mer children are raised to be pretty industrious. 

Good! So soon enough they will have lunch.

...well part of lunch. She should eat something with the fish. Maybe bread? And, uh, vegetables of some sort?

There's a lot of fresh greens in the cold locker.

Okay! She'll need to prepare those, too. How do they prepare those? Okay, cookbooks, she can look stuff up...

Michael is amazed humans don't starve to death with all this preparation. 

It's not that much! It only takes about half an hour all told and then she has lunch!