Jenny couldnt help but smile at all the people in the kitchen, all working together. It wasn't exactly the massive group hug most support groups would recommend for team bonding, but it was the next best thing. Besides, Jenny liked cooking. Of course, there was only so little one could do with chicken and rice, and after spending the majority of the day traveling with a far too warm trenchcoat, Jenny didn't feel like going overboard.<br/><br/><b>"I can cook."</b>Jenny chipped in as Nathaniel mentioned it.<b>"I mean, I'm no master chef or anything... But my parents made me cook since I was 16, sssoooo...."</b>Shrugging, she turned back to the pan of rice, but stopped before picking it up. She was supposed to learn how to use her powers, right? A little tentative, she slowly slithered one of her tentacles around the pan. It was still strange how comfortable she was moving those things, like they were a natural part of her. Carefully she lifted the pan, her face wrought in concentration as she slowly guided it towards the stove. Feeling quite pleased with herself, she placed the pan next to the others. Baby steps, always start small.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>