<span style="color: #336600">"I know it's raw, dear, that's not what concerns me." </span>He gave her a pat on the back then gathered his pan filled with batter.<span style="color: #336600"> "Yep, it's good to go." </span>He added his to the oven and smiled to her.<span style="color: #336600">"You said the recipe is special to you because it's one of the only positive memories you have of your mother, but you already make changes to it for the sake of your sisters. How would you feel if I taught you to make it another way using your mother's recipe as the base?"</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #336600">"I still can't open up again, I don't... I'm not strong enough to handle it again. Maybe in a few more years but right now I just want to..."</span>He paused and shrugged after a moment.<span style="color: #336600">"I don't know what I want. I haven't the slightest clue, my whole life has always just been about my family. Now my family is gone. I would be happy to spend more time with you and your sisters, they're all unique and pleasant in their own ways. Except Korgna, but from what Jasmine said she's nothing like the one from my time which is good, especially now that she's alive."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>