"Good morning Twilight. I see you're making your signature dish," I say as I walk next to her and peak at the frying pain "burnt black stuff. Yum!" I say to her giving her my same old grin. After she fans the black smoke from in front of her face and stepped coughing she gave me a very unamused look. This really loses some of its potency when you have puffy watery eyes from all of the smoke. I would recommend her a cookbook, but knowing her she would just sit there and break down poor formatting of the book and its use of grammar.