[And since Lapis is in her twenties, she's been assigned as the mother. Not that she knows exactly what to do, being raised by your grandmother who only taught her mostly about ghost hunting and her sister, but she can try. Though waking up to the smell of burnt food was not what she was expecting, and she can only toddle into the kitchen with a curious look. Or something vaguely curious considering how flat her expression always is.
When she walks into the kitchen, she can only glance between him and the stove, before going to approach the stove to examine the damage.]
B!
When she walks into the kitchen, she can only glance between him and the stove, before going to approach the stove to examine the damage.]
... What were you trying to make?